Ryan Bancroft." "Hey, Ryan. It's Lara." "Oh, hey. What's up?" Ryan took advantage of the break to stretch. Lara Cohen was her best friend since high s...chool, her roommate and the band's lead singer. "Not much. Just checking in. I might be a couple minutes late to pick you up for practice." "Okay, thanks. Thanks for picking up the synth and the guitar. Sorry I couldn't help load it in." Ryan felt guilty about that. Her keyboard was nominally portable, but not with her cast, so Lara had had to. I was a bit scared, as I had never been alone with grandpa, ever. I really didn’t know him that well. We had never had much "one-on-one" time, talking, visiting, or otherwise. But I knew better than to argue with daddy, so I pulled my panties and shorts back on, and went to get into grandpa’s old truck. Dad and grandpa shook hands, and daddy drove off and left me there with my grandpa. We drove back to grandpa’s house, my pussy still a bit sore from the fucking dad had given me just a few short. “It was all Amelia's idea. She thought it would be a good idea to show the effect you have on women and...” Jordan shook her head, her blonde hair, the tips frosted pink, danced about her shoulders. “What you do to women is impressive. I was all set not to fuck you, but the moment I walked in... I just had to bred.” I twisted her piercing, feeling the barbell through the material. “Mmm, yes, you did, you naughty whore. And I need more help. Luckily for you, you're going to feel amazing doing. Yeah, as if I could ever get soft without cumming after what she did to me. I stroked my cock slowly, waiting for her return.She came back with the vacuum cleaner, riding the extension rod. As she turned it on, the vacuum cleaner created an updraft which lifted her skirt. She wasn’t wearing panties. This wind dried up the droplets of pussy juice that were leaking from her cunt. Stacy moved the vacuum back and forth by holding the extension rod between her thighs and shaking her waist. The.