"Looks like 1:20. Go ahead and eat your lunch and I'll put your clothes in the dryer. It shouldn't take but about thirty minutes or so. Do you feel re...sted?"She sat at the table and took a bite of the chicken. "Yeah, I do. Thanks. Do you have to go back home right away?" Nope. The rest of the day is mine until dinner. Um, I had a thought, though. When your folks find you're gone, are they likely to call the cops or anything?" Probably not for a day or so. They'll just assume I escaped to a. She knewTammy loved to wear it, and having John be in control of when and how shewould receive the pleasure it gave. Even if she wouldn't want to have sexwith 'John', the thought of having the egg inside her, and letting himpleasure her that way, was not as scary. She picked up the egg, movingher panties to one side with her right hand and pushed it inside. Itslipped in effortlessly, and she walked back downstairs."Hi, Daddy," she said as she entered the living room. 'John' was seatedin the. So Ken's pick-up truck sped down the road toward the localhardware store. Behind the wheel was the 6'2", handsomeKen. Ken was a construction worker, but this upcominginterview might improve his status. The sun was setting onthe summer day. The store would close pretty soon. Ken ranhis hand through his short, blonde hair. This was gettingmore and more irritating. Not only did he have to go out onthis task, he had to hurry too.Luck seemed to be against him. When Ken finally arrived atthe store,. It got to the stage where I really needed to do something about it; my mind was focusing far more on the other girls than on the companies I should have been approaching.I made my way to the Ladies, which as it happens was a very spacious room – plenty of cubicles, unlike some venues. It wasn't very busy, and I easily found an empty cubicle far from the entrance, figuring I'd have more chance of being unnoticed there. Once inside, I took off my panties and started rubbing myself, desperate for.