I'm not sure if he also received a hand-job..? SHORT STORY 2Britni texted to say we could meet at a hotel but she had to "go home and freshen up" afte...r leaving a parent-teacher conference at Heather's school. I knew exactly what that meant: hot, Hot, HOT! I wasn't disappointed.She arrived in a short gray knit mini-dress, maroon leggings, and boots. I commented that she looked "super nice". Britni suggested that she could either leave the dress in place or "put it back on" and I could fuck. Rachel was urging me on, lifting and falling in time with my movements. I changed the motion of my fingering and now swirled around her entrance, searching it out, teasing it and pushing it. Rachel pushed back on my exploring finger as now and then it threatened to enter her. Teasingly pushing and rotating my finger against the relaxing muscle I could make out the tiny ridges around her puckered hole. The tops of her pale buttocks had come into view as her pantyhose had worked its way down. I. In this case the dress was strapless, quite short, and sexy as hell with a plunging back, a V-neck, and a slit up the side.At fourteen with her breasts still developing Penelope was worried about her dress falling down and exposing her fantastic boobs. Mom laughed at her and told her that the dress would not fall down. Then she told her to wear it around the house for a couple of days before her big date to get used to it.Oh yes, the reason for the dress was that Penelope had been asked to the. " Did you kick the asshole? How come he's still alive, then?" I didn't kick him full force - just enough to knock him off balance." He climbed on the treadmill and started it up. She started pedaling lazily on the bike. He raised his voice above the motor noise and asked, "You can't even say his name, can you?" This triggered an animated conversation on her feelings about her mother's marriage. It had come close to ruining a very close mother-daughter relationship. Morgan had been the one who.