You, my dear, are a "fucking pervert" too, except you don't know that yet. You are not ready to believe that... yet. We will work on it, my dear, darl...ng girl... Once Rhonda finally found out that a stiff cock in her pussy felt really, really good, she wanted more of the same. She found "Mr. Right" and fucked that poor devil three times a day. He would shot off two miniutes after he was inside her pussy, but it felt really good and she didn't know any better. She didn't know that he should have. “Sure, that would work,” I said. “Let me know.”“I will! You have to be really nice so they let me go to dinner with you!”I chuckled, “I will. Have you ever known me to be anything but nice?”“No,” she giggled. “You’re a sweetheart. You treat me nice, and you’ve really helped me. I appreciate it!”“You’re doing a great job on our runs, and a great job in class. Keep it up!”“I will! See you tomorrow!”She ran up the steps and went into the house. I headed home for a shower, and to eat breakfast with. I told him I couldn't trust myself if I stayed here, which was half the truth, anyway!Almost like a wounded puppy, he complied, and I told him as he dropped me off, "I'll see you before I go home. Bye, dad."I should've gotten another woman's perspective right from the beginning! Men are such pigs, I thought!Aunt Celia kept her house in spartan shape. She didn't smoke, never married, yet traveled and dated right into her forties, now.When she saw us, she invited dad to come in also, but he made. "Let's get her to the station," I heard as the brunette dismounted, and I was wheeled over to the other side of the room, "and pull her further back so we can work." I was pulled towards the end of the table. I felt the towel fall from my head, and a huge weight felt like it was attached. My hair was brushed, and brushed, sprayed with water, and then pulled tightly in many different spots. I was not sure what they were doing, until I remembered her words from the previous nights foray, and my.