Chapter 98 Home alone with father's friend Nine

• Jennifer smiled as he shut the shower curtain, dressing quickly before he left the bathroom, leaning against the wall of the shower, just basking in the warm feeling around her.
• After a few moments, she shook herself out of it and grabbed her conditioner, realizing that the water was slowly getting cooler. she ran the conditioner through her hair and washed her body quickly, the cum Mr. Harrison had spurted in her now dripping down her leg. As she was rinsing off, she heard the bathroom door open again. Mr. Harrison mumbled something about having forgotten something, though she didn't catch the whole thing with the water running. He shut the door again and soon after, she stepped out of the shower. she had dried her hair and brushed her teeth before she realized the clothes she had brought in were gone, and in their place was a plain white plastic bag.
• A slow grin spread across her face as she opened the bag. Mr. Harrison must have known she was going to agree to doing things with him, because he had been shopping that morning. Instead of the somewhat modest jean shorts and T-shirt she had grabbed, Mr. Harrison had bought her a denim skirt not much longer than her bar skirt and a cotton blouse that didn't look like it would quite close once it was over her breast. And, of course, no panties or bra.