He was probably worried about me, just like I was worried about him. That's what I figured and the more I thought about it, the more it made sense. Li...orice loved me a lot, just as much as I loved him, so..."Licorice!" I walked around the block, looking this way and that, yelling as I went."Tiffany? What's all that yelling about?" Old Man Peterson asked me from his front yard."Have you seen Licorice?" I asked him."Your dog?" He rubbed his chin. "Nope." Thanks," I sighed and yelled some more as. His tongue feels soo good, that I'm pulling his head in deeper, Tim slips a finger in my pussy and I cum again. I can hear him lappingmy cum like a kitten lapping momma's milk from her tit.Tim leads me to the bed, where he takes off my shirt. He growls with the vision of my teddy. Undoing my skirt and rubbing my ass, excites him more. I'm tugging on taking his shirt off and him pulling his pants off his foot. The passion is unreal. We have been hugging, kissing and stroking each other. . In and out, his fingers went in her as he opened her mouth and took his cock in it. He let out a small gasp. He let one hand cup the back of her head as his other hand continued violating her womanhood. He gritted his teeth as his cock recieved the pleasure his fingers were giving her cunt. She licked his erection from the balls up to the shaft. She felt his hand moving rythmically with her pelvis as she licked and sucked his hardening cock. He leaned down on her wet mound and started lapping. He started calling me every night and harassing me at work. And then one night in a drunken rage he said he was going to kill me if I didn't come back to him. I could no longer handle it and left!The last I heard, Jimmy was still alive but in jail for robbing some pizza joint to support his drug habit. Meanwhile, I took advantage of the opportunity to get away. I always wanted to visit Southern California, so that's where I went.I guess the reason I like strip joints is because it gives me the.