“Oh…..I am sorry Tom but the Jag Was sent to the shop for restoration last week, and your parents lent the Mercedes to your grand mother.” Repli...d Deana. “So you mean there are no car’s here, what do you get around in”? He replied in a very hostile tone. “Tom, I’m sorry but I don’t need a car here, if I need a ride I call a Cab, or today I borrowed a car from the Chef. I’m sorry Tom but I did not even know you were coming home till this morning. Now please finish up your dinner. . there... she would not be able to control herself. His fingers reached the top of her thigh, sliding up one side of her wetness and down the other. She fought for control with everything she had, her breath coming in short, rapid bursts. He laid his hand between her legs, letting one finger rest in the center against her core. She squinted her eyes and involuntarily tried to closer her legs but the ropes held fast. She felt it welling up inside her as his finger began to slide up and down. .. I wish I knew where she was." Probably out getting laid."I turned to Mary. "Mom?" Yes, Mom." Very dramatic. "What, do you think she's too old?" No, I guess not, but Mom?"Jill squeezed. "Hey, if it's good enough for my Daddy, it's good enough for your Mom." But she hardly said anything. She just said 'Hi' and then went into bed." How about that? Just like Daddy when he got home tonight. Welcome to the club, Jack." You're right. I guess it's a little different when it happens to you." I. It wasn't one of those painful moans either... it was a moan I'd often heard coming from one of my dates back at my place while I pounded her pussy from behind. Every time I heard it, I'd chuckle a bit to myself and peg her as a whore. Now, here I was - this scantily dressed school girl with my black thong stretching across my stocking clad knees, my blonde pigtails bouncing on my shoulders, my breasts jiggling underneath my ridiculously tight shirt... and I was moaning in pleasure as I was.