Underdressed in tight jeans, flat shoes, and a colourful silk blouse tucked in, she exuded class. I saw her eyes; stunning emerald green. She seemed f...miliar.“Hello,” I said, wracking my brain. It’s not as if I had a lifetime of memories to search through.She laughed, her smile stunning, and extended her fine-boned hand. “Kimber McBride. We met at your pool years ago. I was...” Her smile faded. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to ... Addison was one of my best friends in middle school.”“Kimber?. She likes being dirty and accepts that aspect of her personality. She is looking for some rough physical contact and strong enough to stand it.I pull her shorts down, she doesn't wear any underwear. I lay her on the floor and raise her legs and hips, making her feet rest on each side of her head. She is looking at me from between her thighs. With her Doc Marten's-like shoes at each side of her head, the pose might have been funny, but with her shorts off, pussy and ass willingly offered and. Vermin were a pain to remove.The sound returned and the single father blinked, setting his half-empty beer down on the end table between the recliner and sofa. It seemed to come from the hallway between his daughter's room and his own. George grimaced, wondering if the blond-haired woman had played hooky from school with her boyfriend, a young man he had taken an immediate dislike to. Idly, he fingered the plain steel band on his ring finger, a recent purchase from a decrepit old homeless. " Oh, come on..." Perry smiled at me. "You know why you're here, Priss." I was going to call you," I told him, looking into those deep hazel eyes of his, smelling his aftershave and watching his moist lips curl upward. He was enjoying this, not just my presence or my appearance, but this conflict between us. The edge that existed because of what we were doing and how it was so wrong."You should have," Perry said, leaning close to me and closing his eyes as he breathed deeply through his nose..