In the shower, I helped support her by wrapping my arms around her just under her breasts as she stood on one leg to wash her crotch with the spray nozzle. We set out, Jennifer leading in her mother’s car. We quickly made all the documents official and the two women left us. “I’m a sweaty mess,” I said, “and probably need a shower.”
“I like the way you smell,” she replied, “but we shouldn’t let these sweaty clothes cool on us, we might take a chill.”
She sat up, pulling her shirt over her head and began to tug on my shirt. We set out, Jennifer leading in her mother’s car. There was a general aura of neglect and a surprising amount of dust. Over lunch, I brought up the issue of school again. Once there, gave Jennifer my cards and the notes, telling them to get what they needed at the nearby shops while I talked to Mr. As my cum shot into her ass, she screamed, shaking like a leaf in a wind storm.
