What was worrying me were the phone calls and sometimes thelast minute 'trips to the store' she had to take following them, and hercoming back disheve...led, sweaty, serene, with cum drops on her blouse.I knew when she called me late one night for a ride home from a black partof town because her 'car had broken down' that we had to deal sensibly withthis. Her face showed a mixture of fear and relief when I told her about thePI and the photos as we got ready for bed. I watched her eyes. I could see he was mid-fifties and was wearing business attire. He just turned to me and told me to follow him. I followed him for a few minutes and we pulled up to his house in a normal neighborhood and I parked next to him in the driveway. Everything appeared normal while I waited for the garage door to open. We entered the garage and he quickly closed the door and told me to undress but to leave my panties on. The garage had normal stuff in it and I could see some items that looked like. His hand then went down to the crotch of her shorts. He rubbed her pussy on the outside of her clothes as he sucked even harder on her big globes. He unzipped her shorts and put his hand inside to find her pussy. She did not try to stop him and his mind whirled with what he needed to do this young body. His hand rubbed her pussy down her pussy lips and to her clit. He rubbed the clit between two finges and heard her moan. He then said "Take your shorts of baby." She lifted her ass and slid out. "My mom and dad are still in Santiago. He is a lawyer looking into the Pinochet abuses."I started to ask her about what she was concerned about but she took my head in her hands and gave me a deep kiss, one of commitment. We had forgotten Alma and I barely heard the phone ringing when I heard the sliding door opening. I tried to slide Ana off my lap, but she threw her arms around my neck and laughed at my embarrassment."Señor... Charlie, it is Mr. Terry." I could see she was uncomfortable.