“Trea!" her father shouted. “Where’s your head at?!" Trea startled to her senses and realized her father had been talking to her. She also reali...zed her pussy-lips were slippery and soaking wet. She looked down to see if a wet-spot had soaked through her shorts, while her father repeated himself. “Mr. Turner wants you to go over to his office when we get home. He called this morning and has some work he needs done before his office opens Monday morning." Chad Turner was her father’s insurance. 'Brenda and I made our way back to the office."I was sceptical," Brenda admitted as we walked, "but you've a keeper there. I don't think Teri's going to think the grass greener elsewhere. How old is she, anyway?" Twenty seven, almost eight," I said. "Nine years between us." No big deal," Brenda muttered thoughtfully."Hope not," I responded.A few phone-calls and an appointment with the Register office the next day. An afternoon's work and home, to find Teri in the kitchen. "Bolognese," she said. After a minute of this, she slid two fingers deep into her dripping snatch while rubbing her clit with her thumb, and brought herself to two stall-rattling orgasms. Someone in the stall next to her yelled to keep it down in there... She was finished, and got on her way to her final class for the day.After school, Tammie rushed home. She watched some television, ate a snack, and showered. After doing some chores around the house, she greeted her parents arriving home from work and waited for. ”He then touches my pussy, not being able to see and not expecting him to do that it takes me by surprise, I flinch back for a second, my bindings holding me firm“What a pretty little pussy you have Sandeman!” touching me there again Maybe he’s not going to punish me and only wants to grope me in my uniform like most of the other blokes want to Standing up, feeling him running his hand over the outside of my little black silky bra, feeling the lacy trim around the edge“Let’s see what you have.