I was glad she had already come when I came. I was glad for her, but I didn’t stop. I kept going and going, like the battery bunny. I came a total o... three times in her. Each time taking longer and longer. She was a noisy thing, as well. I was glad no one was at home.When I finally rolled from her, she curled up in my arms and fell asleep. I followed her there, shortly after.It was my sister’s noises as she came into the house that woke us. We had to hurry to dress, and to straighten ourselves. Trembling I raised them to my nose, I had not yet examined the gusset. The first aroma I got was perfume, quite flowery, I recognised it immediately belonging to her and ever since, when I smell that perfume I get an immediate hardon. I opened up the panties to find the area where her pussy had been. The gusset was the same colour cream as the rest but I could make out some darker staining along the middle of it. I raised it to my nose and inhaled deeply. My blood was pumping hard through my. What happened next is the unhappiest two hours of my life. They startedby giving me grief for being with a baby killer. Mark reached around mywaist and started to veer off so we could avoid them. They wouldn't haveit. They continued to taunt both of us. I looked up at Mark and could seehim getting angry. I had never seen him angry, and I didn't know what todo. Mark simply said, "Let's turn back; I can your campus later."I readily agreed, but my 'friends' pursued us. They wouldn't. I have to get money somehow! And don’t tell me a pretty girl can always make money.I called the Advertiser. I’ve got an appointment to see the editor at 4PM tomorrow.TuesdaySpent some time thinking about how to dress for the job interview. Should I dress like a university student with jeans and a sweater, an office worker with conservative skirt and a blouse and jacket or go for the whore look? I normally wouldn’t dress in an above the knee skirt and 4 inch heels but considering the contents of.