No matter my resolve to stop seeing her, one look from her and I was once again smitten and under her spell. I had been looking forward to spending ti...e with her but she called and cancelled due to a friend that wanted to go out and chat about a breakup. My roommate sensed the opportunity to drag me out and didn’t waste much time. “Let’s go cruise and chat with girls. She won’t say you two are dating anyway, so what will it hurt?” I agreed and off we went. Out and about, teenage life at its. He held her against that wall and plunged his fingers deeper, stroking and rubbing until she cried out, her hot juices dripping from his fingers. Her green eyes passionately stared at him as she lied down in the hall, spread her legs, and gave him a knowing look that he wanted to be in her now. In her hot embrace as he brought her the pleasure he so craved.He laid down over her silky body and instantly penetrated her hot pussy. For the Vixen, she was tight, and he had to wait so she could. She was a young girl in my estate who I had met just about six months back or so. She was just about eighteen, slim and fair complexioned. She had just finished her secondary school education when I met her and I had wooed her after a couple of attempts where she sold cold drinks and snacks in a small shop attached to the gate that ked into her compound. Alero was so innocent when I convinced her to become my girlfriend and I had taken her to the slaughters just two days after she accepted. I. I snarled seeing one little boy hit in the face with a rifle butt. I looked away. Nothing I could do, right? One man, with no more than six shots and a handful of loose rounds? There was a single voice then. That voice of authority I knew too well. The old man. I heard him trying to use incredibly guttural Italian, then a word or two in English. Then he spoke even a few in German. But they were not words he knew the meaning of. Stupid, out of context, or meaningless words to try and speak with,.