“You’re referring to Miss Woods. Very well, I’ll see to it. It’s getting late and I should let you folks get home. Matt, Jennifer, I look forw...rd to working with both of you.”At Jennifer’s house, she helped her father inside, came out for one last quick kiss with Matt, and then went back inside. Matt returned to the car for the rest of the trip home. “She’s a very nice girl,” his Mom said.Matt considered that his mom might not approve of Jennifer so much if she knew about all the wild sex she’d. Yesterday was Sunday so of course that meant it was a morning of worship for me at my church. After a morning of Bible study, singing in the choir and listening to our pastor give a fire-and-brimstone sermon about whether we want to serve God or the devil in hell, I returned to my peaceful home out in the country.During the school year I rent out an apartment in Fayetteville. But during the summer I live at my parent's house, which is about a mile up a dirt road and several miles from tiny. She bit down on her lower lip as she savored the rush of adrenaline that was coursing through her body. Her nipples were throbbing spires of desire, and she could feel her juices soaking through her panties. Goosebumps raced over her skin following the course of his fingers as they glided down the length of her legs until he finally pulled the skirt away from her feet. When he hooked his fingers in her panties and pulled them down to join her skirt, she moaned as she felt the air caressing the. Her tutu-style, taffeta skirtsticks almost straight out from her waist about eight inches. A cutelittle cloud of rustling petticoats under her stiff skirt swish andbounce hypnotically, barely concealing her stocking tops and panties,sending shivers up and down my spine. My eyes are like saucers, longingfor a glimpse of her prettily pantied tush or smooth pussy. She hasmade me addicted to both. Her long legs are beautifully sheathed inpale yellow thigh-high stockings that extend to the tip tops.