“And the first day he was here, there was a big bitch built as hell with that group, with muscles big as mine, and lord knows I don’t want to run ...nto her about this type of bullshit. I get enough pussy I don’t have to go fighting about getting some.”When school let out Fallon was walking to her 1975 Ford Mustang the sport model the white one with blue racing stripes just like Farrah Faucett had in Charlie’s Angels, she saw Sharon opening the door to a midnight blue Ford Bronco as she got near. “I’ll beat Rhee to it: Girl! You never cease to amaze me with your knowledge and wit. While many girls your age know about Cinderella and Prince Charming, I doubt that there are all that many that know the term ‘coach and four’ and even fewer that could correctly use it in a sentence.”Somewhat bashfully, Heather replied, “Thanks, Dad.”I volunteered, “I don’t know the term, but, given the Cinderella context, I surmise that it means a coach, or carriage, and four horses. Yes?”After Dad answered. "I didn't care. Let the little whore hear me fucking her mommy. It would give her a preview of what I was going to do to her when the time was right. I pulled Janet’s hands down and held them against her stomach as I slid down and started eating out her pussy. Even though she was fighting, she was already getting wet. I started going at her like a hungry lion. My tongue dug into her pussy then it slid up and rubbed her clit. I could feel Janet start to relax and every once in a while I. Nick. What was he going to wear tomorrow night? Something really cool and expensive, or something light and casual? He’d have to give it some thought. She was an accountant and had been married to an architect so she would have some bucks. _____________________________________ The next evening he rushed home from work, the butterflies fluttering in his stomach for the first time in recent memory. He showered and walked into the bedroom, running a rough towel trough his dark, wet hair, still not.