The man’s a right piece of work.”
“I’ll be right as rain.”
Anger boiled in me. My pecker was growing hard just thinking about her fine, young body and that tight, wet hole between her thighs. Porn sex She hates me; when I walked into the library this morning, the glare Mrs. Miss Cheshire yelped as she jumped, peering around, her fine bosom heaving beneath her blouse. “Whew, I reckon it’s over.”
“You should go home,” Mrs. Her tawny hair was pinned up in a bun, but an errant lock escaped and lay on the slope of her neck. Miss Cheshire was helping an old woman, using one of those scanners – like the ones you see at the grocery store that shines all of those red lights to ring up your purchase – on the book’s barcode. “You gotta take care of yourself, okay darlin’.”
“I…oh gosh…” I could feel another orgasm spasming through her body and she leaned over, pressing her ass back into my groin. Miss Cheshire had absently wiped at her butt, brushing my pecker and sending electricity shooting through me. “Ohh, you have a…a nice day, Mrs. Miss Cheshire yelped as she jumped, peering around, her fine bosom heaving beneath her blouse. One girl, wishing to remain anonymous, told me the ghost has visited her room three times in the night and she’s
