Home alone with father's friend 6

Jennifer woke up slowly, clutching her blankets around her in a futile attempt to cling to the wonderful sleep she had been having. She yawned as she opened her eyes. There was sun leaking through the cracks in her blinds and judging from the brightness, it was either late morning, or early afternoon. she rolled over and picked her cell phone up off her night table. It was nearly one o'clock.

Even though she had been drinking the night before, she felt great, and a slow smile spread across her face as she concluded that it was probably due to Mr. Harrison. They hadn't even actually fucked, but she felt the same sort of warm, pleasant feeling that she would have if we had. Still, his fingers had done more to her than she could have imagined. Mr. Harrison wasn't in the room, but she wasn't concerned. For one, Jennifer knew he couldn't just leave and not talk about this again. He was supposed to be living with her for the rest of the week. And secondly, there was a good chance that he ju