I'm prepared to give you a taste on faith." She offered. "Then, you decide. Deal?"After my father had married Kay, I saw her at least 2 or 3 times a w...ek. I felt that she had truly loved my father and looked after him well. Still, I was infatuated with her youth, her skinny bubbled ass and, when she wore jeans, the gap at her crotch. It was everything I could muster not to make a move on her, but the respect for my father helped me stay at arms length. Now, my father was gone and this still. I left with mingled feelings of sorrow and delight. Excuse me, Albert, --sorrow on your account, and delight with that noble girl, thus pursuing paternal vengeance. Yes, Albert, from whatever source the blow may have proceeded--it may be from an enemy, but that enemy is only the agent of providence." Albert held his head between his hands; he raised his face, red with shame and bathed in tears, and seizing Beauchamp's arm, "My friend," said he, "my life is ended. I cannot calmly say with you,. I shyly bent over, trying my best to stay as far from him as possible on the desk. Move closer to me. I slowly shuffled my bottom half of my body closer to his face, my wetness exposed to him. Your pussy is soaked, Miss Mason. He said, his face getting close enough for me to feel the air of his words on the warmth of my groin. Him pointing out my wetness just made me even more wet. When is the last time you came, Miss Mason? I sucked in my breath, nervous to hear my own voice: Um…7 months. It’s a warm day so she is wearing leggings and a half cut top that stops just before her belly button. I step out onto the platform and as I do she spots and starts to run towards me. Even with a large shopping bag she runs and jumps on me, planting a kiss on my lips quite aggressively. I kiss her back and soon find ourselves in a full blown French kiss. My tongue exploring her mouth as hers explores mine. I place her feet to the floor and slowly move my hands to that firm ass, without breaking.