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... just four weeks after the semester ended. She spent the time trying to figure out how she could get her parents out of the house so Ron could fuck her brains out.

And a week before the visit, she got an email - a fuckingemail - from Ron announcing that he'd gotten a better scholarship offer from a school on the East Coast, and long-distance relationships didn't really work out, so it was better to make a clean break.

He didn't even have the decency to visit her and fuck her brains out before breaking up with her.

Abby cried for two days, then spent the next week convincing herself that Ron was an asshole who didn't deserve her. (Who breaks up in anemail?)

She spent the week after that deciding that if she didn't get fucked soon, she was going to die of horniness. She semi-seduced one of the waiters at the restaurant, but he had a small dick - smaller than what she was used to, anyway. And maybe she was too hot for him: he proved to be a two-pump chump, and she wound up finishing herself off in her bedroom after the uncomfortable ride home.

Which gave her an idea: if she was going to rely on herself, she was going to do it right. She needed some toys. She certainly wasn't going to order something online; Mommie Dearest's limited understanding of her daughter's right to privacy wasn't going to allow her to leave a brown, unmarked package unopened.

Hence, the trip to the porn shop that morning. Abby borrowed from every spy movie she'd ever seen in going ...

... incognito: the oversized sunglasses, formless hoodie, and hair piled into her baseball cap wouldn't have allowed her mother to recognize her if she was standing next to her. She was momentarily pleased to see that this was apparently a more upscale establishment; it even had dressing rooms in the back, probably for trying on the various slutty outfits on display. She was quickly disabused of that notion by the grunts and groans coming from the back. Despite her disguise, the cashier was openly leering at her. He was giving off a distinctly rapey vibe, so she quickly paid for the lube and the dildo and got the hell out of there.

She ditched the hoodie, sunglasses, and baseball cap in the car and fluffed out her hair. She glanced in the rearview mirror to check herself out. She definitely looked fuckable, and if no one else was going to do it, she'd do it herself.

There was a spring to her step as she bounded up the steps to her house. Mom and Dad had gone on a min-vacation for the weekend, so the house was all hers. She'd gotten a dildo that was slightly larger than Ron's cock, and she wondered if she be able to take it all. That's what the lube was for, she giggled to herself.

So the first words out of her mouth when she opened the door and saw two black men standing in her living room were, "What thefuck?"

If she hadn't been distracted by wondering whether the dildo would fit in her ass, she probably would've noticed the utility van with "Carpet Barn" emblazoned on the ...