Whatever you are about to say... what ever platitude you are goingto spit out about me someday realizing this is all for the best-saveit."With that, ... turned away from the faerie and stormed off down thewalkway. My head was swirling with angry thoughts, and I wasn't payingattention to where I was going. I didn't care where I was going as longas it was away from that poor excuse for a Tinkerbelle. Then I wasjarred out of my bitter mood, when I bumped into someone who was justcoming out of. I was only 13 and very nearly got a frying pan smashed against my brain. But Scott came to the rescue and managed to push me into the sofa before the horrible collision. I was so in awe of his strength and the fact that he possibly had just saved my life. As if it wasn’t enough, he then got up to fight against our fake father until he gave up and went to shag his cow of a wife again. Scott was so angry after it, I remember seeing his face as he turned round once they’d left. He genuinely felt. ” I heard her whimper.“Don’t what?” he asked.“Don’t play with my nipples. Don’t touch me. I want you to let me go!” she had worked herself up to shout the last words. I was impressed. My wife was not shy in telling me what she wanted in bed. It would be interesting to see how the stranger would react.“First my pet,” his voice was hard as he spoke, “Don’t ever tell me no.” he took her chin in his hand and pulled her head to face him roughly. His head lowered until he was right in her face.. I did not stop and kept on moving. He was unable to hold out any longer and gave me one last thrust. I stopped moving and speared myself onto his cock as he injected a heavy load of his semen into my cunt.As soon as Patrick pulled out, Lenny steadied himself on a rail in front of us, as his strong arms were holding me. I felt his hands slide down my back until they cupped my ass. He then gently lifted me up; my arms went around his neck, my legs around his waist…Then I used my fingers to spread.