Robert stood back up and continued removing the curlers from his wife'shair while his mother watched."So where are you two going for dinner?" I don't ...oney where are we going," Ginger said.Robert described a French restaraunt that he was planning on visiting.That night as they were preparing to leave Ginger looked stunning in ablack cocktail dress and black high heel sandals with black stockings,and a clutch purse. She had teased her hair up and sprayed the curls inplace. The sparkling earrings. “Rick…” I gasp, breaking away and taking a step back. He steps forward, grabbing me around my waist and pulling me towards him, stopping my words with another kiss. His holds me tight as his tongue finds mine, fiercely, almost harshly. I struggle to pull away from him, but he’s relentless. “Lanie,” he growls in between kisses, “stop fighting me. You know you’re mine…Kyle was a diversion…you’ve always been mine.” I’m not sure I agree with him, but his kisses do feel amazing, and my body is. Why he wanted to, why this was affecting him in such a way, he wasn’t sure. Perhaps it was the innocence. This room told the story of such a carefree, harmless life. He’d never before had a chance to see, or foresee, the results of what an innocent life could look like when damaged like this. In the past, his only targets had been of an age sufficient to have seen plenty of the world. This girl’s life was new, yet he had already been sent to destroy it. No reason to let it be damaged any. They took drinks in the drawing room with tantalizingly slow banter about local gossip. Marie observed that the Reverend had a slow growing tent in his trousers before very long and her confidence grew apace with his arousal.When she showed him some interesting photos of her in her younger days at the beach, he leaned over her shoulder and peered intently down her cleavage at the edges of her pink tinged rosettes of nipples. She felt them begin to expand just with the realization of his.