Of course I prefer my women White..."Mark decided he'd better not say any more, but Wendy immediately put two and two together."I've got to get to cla...ss, be sure and lock up when you leave," he said picking up his books and scooting out the door.Of course, thought Wendy, the "personal reasons" Rhonda had given for dropping out of school, her unwillingness to discuss it and the way she had simply dropped out of sight with no letters or calls. Paul, she thought. Eric must have taped us talking. I loosen your tie and remove it, I begin unbuttoning the buttons of your white dress shirt as you pull me closer to you. I can feel you growing hard under your slacks and its driving me crazy, I pull your shirt out from where it is tucked into your pants, a groan escapes your lips and you begin to rhythmically grind into me. The sounds of your desire throw me into an animalistic frenzy and I pull your shirt open, buttons fly every which way and I can barely keep my hands steady as I unfasten. They had been driving for a while when they hit light snow first just a couple of hundred miles from home. The weather station then issued their snow storm warnings. It sounded bad. John looked over at his son and his 14 year old said, "Sounds pretty bad dad, maybe we better go back home. Mom might need us in the storm." Your right Jake, if it is going to be that bad she doesn't need to be alone." As expected he took the next exit off the freeway and headed back the way they had come. The snow. Noting, now, that her expression changed to one of complete submission, he rushed forward. His lips closed around her neck, and he let his savage desires free. She gasped, digging her head back into the wall as he dug his nails into the palms of her hands. Reaching down, he grabbed her by the ass, feeling the fabric of her school uniform being crushed beneath his hands. He pulled her upwards, pressing her chest into his as she wrapped both legs around him, locking her ankles together. He leaned.