He was gone. He had learned her secret and he had left her. There was no other possible explanation. She panicked. She ran to the phone and dialed his...cell. She had to stop him. She had to get him back. He couldn't just leave her. She had to explain -- try to make him understand.The phone rang and finally she heard his voice. It was his voice mail."Brent, it's me. Please call. I need to explain. Please, Brent. You can't leave me. Please talk to me and let me explain. You need to understand. It. I felt his big hands reach around my hips ad unbutton my shorts. Brandon, please stop. Newly formed tears stung my eyes. Shut up. He said. He lifted my body up and pulled my shorts and panties down a little. No, no Brandon&hellip, I could hear Danni talking to Abigail, and Bridget in the kitchen next to us doing dishes. I realized nothing was going to stop him. I felt his cock on my back, then he lifted me again and parted my tight pussy lips with his fingers and pressed his big cock head. Many suggestions were made: he just wanted to know more about me, he was verifying some of the information he got from Professor Belton, or I had done something he wasn't expecting. For that matter, all of those ideas made sense.No matter the reason for Dr. Livingston's sudden departure, it put much of the urgency I had tried to convey to my girls into all of us. Everyone chose to meet either at Jeri's house or Savannah's house.Mandy, Chloe, Yvonne and I went to the latter. Chloe drove, Mandy. You thrust yourself in and out hard, watching your cock slide in and out of me. I finger my clit as you fuck me and this turns you on. I begin to cum and I sense that you are too. You love to watch me masturbate and this makes your orgasm all the stronger. We finish, and lay there in each others arms a little while longer, then decide that its time to go. We pack our belongings and head home. On our way home, we have the top down in the car again, and the sun beats down on us as we drive. I am.