Daddy said he has a poker game, and will be gone until way after midnight. So, how about it Marcus? Can you come over and visit me again?"With a loud ...sigh Marcus told her, "You know I want to come over Miranda. There is just one, little, problem though. My cousin Jeremy and his family just got here about an hour ago. He's my age. I can't just leave him here. Would your Dad care if I brought him with me? Jeremy is a harmless guy. Kind of like me."Miranda sighed. She had just wanted to be alone. I decided I would grab my book and read for about 2 hours, and then I decided to go to bed.I woke suddenly to my door opening and someone walking into my room, I looked over at the clock slowly, it was 4:00 am, so I just stayed still until I saw in the moon light that it was Sara walking over to my bed wearing only a sexy pink bra and a matching pair of panties, I didn’t know what she was doing, so I started breathing softy and evenly and pretended that I was still asleep. She walked over to my. At herself. For becoming so jaded. For giving up hope. She was angry with fate for bringing this man into her life as a paying client. She cursed the day she gave up being a woman and became a whore. All her pent up emotions came boiling to the surface. Marissa stared at Alan for a moment. Time seemed to stop. She threw the card and picture down on the couch and stalked towards Alan. Marissa threw herself into his arms. Hunger consumed her. It wasn’t just sexual desire. With Alan, she felt. My hands would venture up their thighs for a quick feel. Some would even pull up next to me at a stop light with the skirts pulled up to their waist showing me what they had to offer. (By the way, I drove a van so I was higher and had a direct view into their cars without other cars being able to see.)Much of the feedback I received was really favorable. They were telling me that what was happening during the day had them so wet between their legs that they had to wear panty liners. They would.