“Be mindful how you handle this skirt, it’s designer label” Veronica said, as she straddled me. Reaching down she gave my cock a few firm squeez...es. “Yes Billy, I’m going to get you laid, as in a lot, but you remember, this dick is mine….Uuuhhh….” she said, as she lowered herself, sinking my whole dick inside her. I spent the next 30 plus minutes being ridden like stallion. In a blacked out truck. On a driveway. Of an empty home. Veronica had a smooth, steady, near-perfect rhythm as she enjoyed. I entered Emily's number and listened to the phone ring. She responded enthusiastically, and I noticed that she had an adorable voice. Not exactly a little-girl voice, but light and perky, with a hint of a giggle. I noticed her voice would trail upward slightly at the end of each sentence, almost as though it was a question. Teen talk. I imagined what it would be like to hear it in bed during an intense session of foreplay. The following evening she came over to be interviewed. She was wearing. He did make some people uncomfortable when he cut straight through their bullshit and focused on what lay behind it. That amused me.In the few instances where the conversation included something of substance, some of these people were genetically and familially destined to be business and political leaders, he shone. People forgot I was there they were so drawn into discussion with him. Not only did it not bother me to be ignored, I was positively proud of him.Eventually I had enough of these. I saw her as I approached and was elated as usual to see her. As I got closer I saw that she was wearing only a towel. Debby had apparently answered a call while in the shower. I came to a screeching halt and stared, not believing my luck. I searched and found deep shadows that afforded a complete view through the window. My heart was beating so loudly I thought she would hear it .She was talking animatedly with someone, probably a boyfriend. The window was partially open and I could could hear.