..”“So, the microskirt and mesh top are out, right?” I teased.“Yeah, they’re out. Something a little more conservative,” he repeated.“A nice skirt and top, medium heels?” I prompted.“And a bra? At least until we get back to my place,” said Jack.I snickered at that. “So, what about your father, what’s he like?”“Oh, he’s a guy. You don’t have to wear a bra for him.”“You jerk!” I said with a laugh. “That’s not what I meant!”Jack laughed and we talked some more. I promised to wait for him on campus Thursday afternoon. It would probably be the only time we would see each other until Sunday.I met Jack on campus at about four or so Thursday. The afternoon was very nice, and we were sitting outside on a bench. Actually, I was sitting sideways on Jack’s lap. I was wearing the standard class uniform, jeans and t-shirt, cotton undies, and my Nikes. Jack had gotten out of work early for his evening class. I sat there on his lap, his arms around me, and I suddenly missed his touch. It was still. ”“Fucking Utah,” Gene growled. “I knew it was too easy for him to be dead. That guy is a fucking escape artist, more lives than a goddamned cat.”Holly nodded. Suddenly, she pushed Gene to his back and straddled his hips, her tight black pants stretching as she leaned down to kiss him.“Fuck, Holly...”“Yes, ‘fuck Holly.’ That’s what I need right now, Gene.” She began to fumble with his zipper, fishing out his cock before he could protest further.“Right now? I thought we were in danger!”“Haven’t you learned about me yet? Haven’t I taught you already? I deal with all this shit, all this fucked up shit, in two ways. One ends up with someone dead. The other ends up with you inside me. Take your pick...” Holly grinned wickedly as she stroked Gene’s dick to life.She rose over him, yanking away her pants, the smell of her body thick and pungent. Holly sat down on Gene, taking his cock into her slippery pussy. He groaned, no longer protesting as the heat inside the blonde’s cunt squeezed life.
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