She giggled. Now she remembers. She is an insatiable slut who once worked her way though the entire football team. Then went on to see if the cheerleader squad needed any love. Guys or girls it didn't matter to her. Unfortunately, she screwed one person too many and her family was forced to move. Not that she cared. A new town and new school meant new people to meet and fuck. She'd just have to try and be a bit more subtle from now on.
She blew her reflection a kiss. A petite, all natural blonde, she had no end of admirers, and her fare share of haters. Her small frame made it easy for a nice strong man to pick her up and have his way with her, or to fit nicely between a milf's legs. Appearances are deceiving however, as that same small frame hid exquisitely toned muscles and a stamina that could run a horse into the ground.
She dresses herself in a whirlwind and races downstairs to grab breakfast and hopefully head out the door before her mom can...
"Mike!" She sighs, too late. She had almost made it before her mom had demanded her morning inspection. Resigning herself, she steps in front of her mom's critical eye and twirled slowly. Her mom nods approvingly at the simple white blouse and black skirt that, while short, was well within the realm of decent. Also noted wear the heels that were well short of stripper status. Mike turns to go, "Mike."
"What, Mom?"
"Panties?" sighing Mike turns back to her mother and pulled the skirt down just enough to expose the straps running over her hips.
"Satisfied?" For a moment her mom held her gaze, then waved her off.
Mike grinned as she closes the door. She was indeed wearing panties. A lacy crotchless pair that left her pussy exposed while a strap ran between her ass cheeks keeping her butt plug in place. And her bra was none existent. She inhaled her breakfast and fished a sucker out her bag. Most people she met thought she had a sweet tooth. She actually had a cum tooth, but the suckers helped curb the urge to stick a hard cock in her mouth.
She drove to school without incident. The route well remembered from her previous life. As she walked into the building she looked around for someone she had know, to get to "show her around" and hopefully scratch her itch. Finally she settled on her former...
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