I was grateful to be there with him, warm and safe and out of the rain, and nobody yelling at me.“I called your mother and told her you’re going t... spend the night,” he said.“What did she say?”“Not much. Just that my daughter is a slut.”“I am not.”“I know,” he said.He took one of my hands from his chest and kissed it. Then he poured me a cup of tea. It was cranberry vanilla, my favorite comfort drink.“Here,” he said, and he unlocked my arms. “Fix it how you like it.”I stirred in three sugars,. She had a sense of foreboding that like her original plans for the time when the office had closed officially, these knickers were going to come down in the very near future. She was also wearing a matching suspender belt and barely black seamless stockings. Why oh why had she done this? She almost always wore tights at work but today of all days she had thought there insufficient time to change and now her boss was staring at the bottom of a tart and thinking, no doubt, that all the. I finally got my nerve up when I saw an ad I liked on craigslist. George and I e-mailed back and forth for a while. He sent me some e-mails of his cock, one covered in his cum. this went on for a couple of weeks. He was as inexperienced as I was so we were both understandably nervous. One night George mentioned his wife was out of town for the night and that he wasn't doing anything. I figured this was my opening so I asked him if he wanted to drive my way and finally do what we had been. John's father had left before he was born.Dorothy worked fulltime and from the very beginning, John had been a latch key child. Even when his mother had been alive, he had fended for himself most of the time. When his grandmother took him in, he was already running wild.John parked out side the 'It'll Do Bar', his favorite hangout, and locked the car. He strolled into the neighborhood bar and scanned the clientele. Near the back, he saw two pretty girls he had never seen before shooting pool by.