She had been on several dates over the past few months and a couple of them were good… One of them was really good… Cassie closed her eyes and sig...ed, thinking about the way his rough hands ran down her body, the way his tongue seemed to be everywhere at once, the feel of his throbbing… DING DONG! Cassie bolted upright. Was that the doorbell? Who the hell was here on Valentine’s Day? Cassie reluctantly pushed her erotic memories of her single one-night stand out of her mind and went to the. The National Bank was the island’s treasury with the President of the bank as the island’s governor. There were less than five thousand permanent residents on the island. There was no immigration to the islands and only temporary visas. The residents worked the resorts, casinos, airport and tourist shops. There were no personal taxes or property taxes. Heavy taxes on the tourists paid the bills. There were no taxes on the winnings at the casinos.Pirates Bank was a storage facility and accepted. Rick reached his arms around Terri and laid his hands on her thighs. She looked down at them, but said nothing. She was panting hard as she worked her ass against his hard member. Rick began clutching bunches of her skirt in his fingers and slowly her skirt crept up her legs. Terri watched her tanned legs become more exposed, but it felt like it was happening to someone else. Her mind was concentrating on the hard cock pressing against her inflamed pussy lips. Finally her panties came into. Loni lifted her little ass up from the car seat. Her hips rose and her pussy met her father's mouth and his probing tongue. Her daddy always drove her wild with his lips and tongue on her cunt, and again and again she pound her wet cunt against his mouth.Van's cock was so hard now that it hurt. Another, more selfish, man would have fucked the girl right then and there, penetrating her with his stiff prick. But Van deliberately held himself back, playing the girl carefully, not wanting to scare.