It was right in the middle of the day and she made no excuse to me, hoping I would be too dense to suspect the truth of her infidelity to yours truly....It actually intrigued me more than it annoyed me because she was something of a prude when it came to daytime sex. She even had a habit of making me turn the lights off on a sleepover letting me fumble foolishly to find her proper hole.I wished her good luck with her new boyfriend and ate by myself in a convenient bar with sawdust on the floor. And as she used her hips to teasingly sway her tight butt from side-to-side, Trish said, "I know that you may find this hard to believe, but just like me, Susie's not really a lesbian either." You're right. I do find that hard to believe. I mean, that Susie friend of yours is one butch/dyke-looking girl, if ever I've seen one." Now, Daddy, be nice. Susie can't help the way that she is, any more than you or I can. The truth is, she's just a super-horny straight girl who hasn't been able to find. Within a few strokes I was cumming deep inside of her. We laid together for the rest of the night, the smell of sex lingering heavily in the air. The next morning Lilly and I packed up and continued down the road. We kept a quick pace, wanting to catch up to the girls before nightfall. We made it almost two miles down the road before hearing gunfire. Expecting the worst, I ran off towards the impending danger leaving Lilly behind. I made it to the next tree line, before I could see what was. Calkins had another man’s last name, and a wedding ring to go along with it.Catherine sat down towards the front of the class and braced for the disappointment of seeing what her hero had become.Prof. Baker gave a big, fake smile. “Hello, class. Welcome to the first day of History of Western Fashion. Now I’m sure many here took this class because it was three credits and the average grade the last four years running was an A-. This is a mistake.”There were some mild utterances of.