She had tried a lesbian, first.With cold calculation and firm intent, Karen had dressed in a sexy outfit, a jade green dress with a slit up the thigh,...a black garter belt and net stockings, and as usual with her, no panties. Standing before her full-length looking glass, she had slowly lifted her skirt to judge the effect that she would have on a cunt-hungry dyke and had found the reflection so satisfying that she even wished she were nimble enough to go down on her own pussy. How handy it. I told him I desperately needed to talk to him. He responded it was too soon. The pain was to sharp and just looking at me was more than he could handle today. Sunday was just as bad. He got up and went to church without asking me. My father saw him and asked if I was sick. He said I was. He came back only long enough to change clothes and left again. I cried for the two days. My body ached from the abuse and I was still bleeding. The bruises were deep and an awful color. At least Early didn't. .. besides, I’m too old for you.”“RUSTY! Will you please stop saying that, and let me decide for myself?”“That’s just it, Amanda! You’re suffering from amnesia – and until you know for sure who your are, who’s waiting for you and what you left behind, it’s up to me to keep either of us from being hurt – if I possibly can.”“Will you answer one last question for me, if I promise not to bring this up again?”“Yes, I’ll always answer your questions the best way I honestly can.”“Knowing what you do. Brent was in the kitchen making them drinks. If he remembered correctly she loved the Moscow mules he had made the weekend they met. He looked down to see his cock was once again hard. He smiled as his cock had been hard multiple times today thinking about the young gal who was now in his bedroom. After tucking his cock into his waistband he picked up the drinks and walked back to the room. He hadn’t been laid in three years so he was hoping to last a while. He opened the door and stopped in.