There was a definite sense of deja vu as I slipped the car into reverse, remembering that fateful day that Tandra and I had headed off for Hendrickson...University."God, yeah! Let's put some miles under this beast!" Tandra enthusiastically suggested. "How many miles on it now?" Umm, six hundred and fourteen," I read the odometer of the new sedan that our parents had bought us just for this trip."Do I get to drive it, too?" she asked in a voice that said refusing her could shorten my lifespan to. She wanted to feel her fingers as deep as he was. She thrust hard with her fingers, sliding them in and out, and let out a loud moan as she trembled and felt herself release. Her body shook as her first wave of cum gushed out of her depths. Her juices soaked her panties as well as her hand and fingers. Her fingers slowly began to pull out of her pussy and she licked them loving the taste of herself. She was brought back to reality as she heard the front door close. Quickly jumping up from the. ? Her work was no better thanmine, nor were her test scores, by both my judgment and that of everyone elsein my class. Sarah Sloan was the stereotypicalprim and proper upper-class temptress, the sole heir to the vast fortune of herelderly father and deceased mother.?While clearly devoted to her school work, nobody respected her intelligence.? I, on the other hand, was the nerdy geniustype.? Rarely a class period went by thatI didn?t have my nose in an extracurricular book, knowing that even if. She hadn’t a clue where she was having sampled two glasses of chilled white wine in the limo fridge and had gazed lady like at the landscape. She was a town girl and rarely ventured to the rural areas.“What about the uniforms, my bag,” she asked pointing at the boot.“I’ll do that later, just come in,” he told her, his bulk towering over her, opening the oak door.She stepped through a porch and into a clean, low oak beamed, unfurnished room and glanced around. Mohammed, eased behind her and.