I drive down the road to the first gas station and pull in. I rush past the clerk. He is all of nineteen. I watch his eyes follow me as I walk past. H...e looks up and down my legs. I stop in front of him and lift my right foot up and adjust the pantyhose at my ankle as a tease for him. I look up and his eyes are as big as saucers. I give him a wink. I swear he creamed his shorts right there that minute. As I walk out. I look over at him. "Was it good for you?" I ask him in an evil tone. He smiles. This way I can getthem and put them in the washing machine later.I started to giggle and I had to take a peek out into the bathroom. I sawSarah look at the items in the tub. The first thing she saw, were thetights, with a little bit of poop on them. I know she was thinking that'snot too bad, but then I watched the look on her face when she saw thebaby's diaper mom used as a soaker, which was full of thick poop, and therubber panties which I knew were swimming in wet poop & pee.Sarah goes oh. I walk into a coffee shop across from campus and as soon as I walk in the door my view is greeted by this amazing set of legs that went all the way up and made a perfect ass of themselves. Tightly clad in a tennis skort the shape of her ass was on full display with the flaring flipped up. A little bit of meat for some shape on the backside and tight little hips only accentuating their shape enough to demonstrate their fertility.Being the brazen, cocky, and smug hockey player I am I pipe up,. The heels were short, possibly an inchand they matched my dress too. I hoped he liked my outfit tonight because if he didn't... I would be wrecked. I would never leave him, of course, but I would enjoy being fucked yet in tears. Ringing the doorbell, I heard him calling from inside, "Come in." I did as he said, the door was unlocked. I walked in and the room was dark. Everything in his house was dark. "Where are you?" I called to him. "Upstairs, where else?" I heard him growl. He wasn't in a.