“My father? He…he’s out of town. You won’t get to meet him either,” I responded. On Friday after school we met up on the way to Hardcore the student parking lot. We were each carrying a book-bag in our left hand and I was on her right side, so I shifted my teen bag to my right hand and took her hand in mine. It was so anal nice walking hand in hand to my car. I unlocked the passenger door and assisted her in. When I got in, she said, “Oh, you have a bench seat.” She scooted over next to me and added, “These older cars are so much nicer with no console between us.” As I eased into traffic, I thought, there is something good about this old car. I knew my way to Elm Street and when we got there, she told me to turn right. “Three blocks on the cum right is a green house. I think it is the only green house on Elm. That’s my house.” It was not an impressive house. It was a small bungalow hidden among several large trees. When shaved I stopped, she said, “No one is home right now. Do you want to come in?” Always willing I said, “Sure.” Her body was sliding over mine, for a moment I was scared of the consequences, but I found myself pulling her tight. And a young man worked in the store that I was one of the senior employees. She would have Sue come to her quarters and eat her pussy for a while before locking her away for the night. Although, my orgasm felt amazing as I just cum built up to it for so long. Her back arched. I also noticed that he kept looking at my full exposed cleavage, loitering there for long periods of time, while he discussed the wine he was drinking. A lot of sex. “How would you three like Hardcore to go for a drive?” Like a little girl playing dress up with Mommy's clothes, anal Jessie thought as shaved teen she gazed at her friend with bleary eyes. We lay there for a few more minutes with her just moaning dreamily.