In the beginning, I was rather excited to be living all alone, to do whatever I wanted without any supervision. I could get up whenever I want, live t...he way I want, eat whatever I want and do whatever I want, going to movies, shopping, etc.But just a few weeks in, I began getting bored and lonely. Even though I met my friends from college often. Since the summer vacation was also on, there was no regular routine for me to follow. Being in the house by myself with no one to talk to was quite. I saw her smile when she looked across at me and saw my rampant erection jutting lewdly from my groin. As I moved back towards her, she spread her legs wider and I could see the entrance to love tunnel glistening with the results of her recent orgasm. I moved closer and crouched down, working the tip of my cock down through the hot, wet folds of her pussy lips until it was lined up with her love tunnel. I eased forwards and slowly slid into one of the most responsive pussies my cock had ever. It helped that I wore white tennis shoes, but I stillfelt overdressed. I also hate skirts, not to mention nylons.This pair’s suspender-style; technically, crotchless. Andthey’re about a size too small. I’m full figured so thiscauses my legs to bulge over the top edge slightly. It was adetail that didn’t matter when we were home or when Iwore pants. It became critical walking around in a skirt.Basically my thighs were chafing.Pearce had selected my wardrobe for the day so most ofmy mood was. If you're going to cry at everything I say, I'll have to be mute." She wipes her eyes and tries to smile. "So here's the deal, Annie Fanny. I'm not going to try to take over your life. You know I'm not like that. When you tell me it's time for me to leave, I'm gone, and I'll be happy because you're better. But if you're saying that just because you think you're a burden, or you don't deserve help, or whatever... well, rethink it. I'm happy doing this."You'll never know how long I spent.