I had fingered her to orgasm during dinner, with my hand hidden under the long, white tablecloth as we snuggled side-by-side. Now it was time for the ...ain event.As soon as the door shut behind us, Lesa excused herself and ran to the bathroom with her small overnight bag. When she came out, Lesa was dressed in an amazingly sexy (and slutty) black lingerie outfit. It had black pantyhose and a garter belt, but no panties (I had told her not to wear any at dinner) and the top was strapless, just. She was about to fall from rice back. But I took hold of her and closed her mouth to cover her screams. I started fucking her slowly.She was tapping my hands and thighs to leave. I kept fucking her for the next five minutes. But she continued showing discomfort. So I just pushed her and took my dick out. To my surprise, I had blood on my dick. When I saw her, she couldn’t move properly and was in pain.I asked her what had happened, and she said it was okay. It might have happened because I’m. That scared me. I popped the trunk, and put my stuff in. That was when he spoke. Hello. He said, in a voice like satin. I ignored him, hoping that would make him go away. No such luck. Answer me! he commanded, his voice harsh now. I ignored him, yet again, and slammed the trunk and go into the car, as I was deriving away, I saw him writing something down. That confused me, but when he looked up, he had a glint in his eye. I drove home, wondering about the strange man, thinking about how good. ‘Do you?’ Debbie replied, smiling. ‘I wore it special for you.’ She giggled again. Larry thought it was the most wonderful sound he’d ever heard. ‘I thought you might like it. I didn’t think you’d like it as much as you did, though.’ Larry stood drinking her in with his eyes. ‘You’ve become a very beautiful young woman, Debbie,’ he said softly. ‘I…I think you’re even lovelier now than…’ Debbie blushed. She loved the tone of adoration in Larry’s voice and the worshipful look in his eyes as they.