Wiping the tears from her eyes she reached for her back pocket and pulled out the photo she always kept there, James Vincent her ex best friend and cu...rent tormenter. With deep green eyes, ebony hair and more muscles than any man, popular or otherwise should have. He is the wet dream for every girl and a few guys in the school, Anya knew she would always regret what happened between them. Two years before on her sixteenth birthday things had gotten pretty well…heated between them. They had. Believe me, I have thought of it as well?”Annie shocked even me by saying that.“BREAK,” Claire said.I ran up to the bathroom to take care of my full bladder and marginal erection. As I was washing my hands there was a knock on the door.“I will be out in a minute – hold your horses,” I said.“Let me in, Charles?” Claire said quite assertively.I did. She came in and landed a great big kiss on me with open mouth. I kissed her in return but broke it off before anything irreversible happened.“You. I had indeed finger-fucked her there in the front seat of the car in the middle of broad daylight right there in one of the parking stalls facing a small little bakery. I had done that, the two of us watching people run in and out of the store, the entire time, my fingers teasing and manipulating her clit, her sopping wet pussy as we'd sat there doing that. Though we had in fact received a number of curious looks from people passing by, or coming out of the store, no one had at least ventured. “Of course not,” he said. “I don’t *want* to shock anyone. I’m not trying to hurt you. I’m just doing what it takes to keep us all safe.”She wanted to believe him, he could see.“I didn’t take off any more of your clothes than I had to,” he said. “See? You’ve still got your crew skirt and your panties.”She looked down at them, and back up at him. “Thank you,” she said, with genuine gratitude.“Thank you, sir,” he corrected gently.“Thank you, sir.”“If I let you go, are you going to help me and.