" No, Stewart, I just--" I said come on in!"Stewart went back Into the house, then he shut the door. Susan wasn't standing on the front porch anymore,...though. She was inside the house too. How could she have gone back to her car, when Stewart had grabbed her arm and pulled her inside?"How about a drink?" Stewart asked as he led her into the livingroom."No, thank you. And you shouldn't have one either. You're too young." Too young?" Stewart laughed. "Hey, I get whatever I want. Now why don't you. Then he started to slowly stroke my taut, tender nipples with his thumbs. I closed my eyes as his gentle touch soothed away the pain of his rough treatment. He turned me round to face him and looked into my eyes. The raw animal lust had faded now, replaced with softer desire. I felt the floor drop away beneath me as his hands cupped my bottom and pulled me into him. My knees went weak; I was glad he held me so tight, keeping me upright. He pushed me back against the cold tiles and I gasped at. She leaned closer to his hole, then suddenly ducked back and I imagined she had seen his cock. She looked again and finally I saw his cock come through. Mary leaned back. Didn’t seem to know what to do. Finally, ever so slowly, she reached over and reluctantly touched the guy’s cock, then gripped it softly. I couldn’t see her face without her seeing me so only watched her actions. She stroked it slowly for a moment and then got up and redid her clothing. I moved back outside the doorway and. " You're here?" My bus will arrive at 5:30 ... or so the driver promised me." Smerelda said - her voice harsh from the years of smoking."All right. I'll be waiting." Rachel promised before hanging up the phone. Not two minutes after hanging the phone up, it rang again. Looking at her 'caller id', she groaned. Her father! She mentally weighed the pros and cons of answering it; but she knew that if she didn't, he would show up on her doorstep. And he still might - if he and Smerelda were fighting.