Those shorts looked pretty hot on me, even though my ass was way too small in my opinion. My mom would kind of freak out if she saw me wearing them, D...addy too probably, but in totally different ways. High school girls were only supposed to be suggestive; college girls were the ones on display, since they were looking for husbands anyway, but I wanted to grow up so badly.By the time I was ready, I was ready ... even though I wasn't going anywhere except to Jimmy's room. I just really wanted to. I got home from work to find him in a cranky mood. He'd stopped off from work and had a few drinks with a few of his buddies that night. Before I even new what was happening we were having a raging fight about some trivial thing. I was so pissed, my plan was falling apart and I just walked out and slammed the door. I went straight to my friend, Silvia's house. I told her what happened and she convinced me to go out to the bar with her. We got wasted. At one point I was dancing with an. ’ Once the panties were off, he got up and untied my wrists from the bedposts. I managed to keep the blindfold on, being that I was enjoying this. His fingers were softly stroking my bare clit and pussy. I couldn’t wait to have him inside me. I gradually moaned a little louder when his fingers were inside my pussy. My vaginal walls clamped on to his fingers, making him feel my wetness. Brandon then let his mouth and tongue take it from there. I moaned, groaned, and squeezed my breasts, as he. "Hello Carroll," the old man said. "It's a beautiful day isn't it. A lovely day for a bike ride." Don't call me Carroll! My name is Killer!" he roared. "Who told you to call me Carroll, old man?" "No one told me, Carroll," the old man replied. "Are you enjoying the beautiful weather?" The only thing I'm gonna enjoy is teaching you some respect for me and my gang," Killer growled. "And my name is Killer!" Now Carr?er, Killer, I wouldn't do that if I were you," the old man admonished. .