His lips found mine but I wasn’t ready, didn’t want to risk being hurt. I wanted to pull away, run away.But Chip held me tight and whispered in my...ear, “Don’t be afraid.”I looked into eyes. Damn. Yes, they pierced through me and I was under his spell. His lips were on mine again — and this time, I returned his kiss.I wanted to trust him. I liked the passion, the feeling of being wanted, of being alive again. I gave in, let go of my past baggage, and I embraced him. We held on to each other,. Washburn?" she asked.I was relieved to be asked a question I could readily answer, and said, "They're doing Tequila shots. It can be a lot of fun." It looks fun," she said just as Tala's toes pressed against my cock, wiggling them backwards and forwards, even tickling my testicles.I put my wineglass down and said, we can do it if you want to. It involves biting into a lime, downing a shot of /tequila and then licking some salt off your wrist.Tala spoke for the first time since she'd begun. I had such a sexy Daddy. I loved it when I fucked him. He was a reason I loved older men. There was Deacon Bill at church, Mr. Thompson at school, Principal Miller, Coach Murphy, three other male teachers, kind-hearted Dom who ran the local ice cream stand, and a few other studs in our small suburb of Thousand Oaks.“But out so late?” Mother frowned. “And in LA? The Sunset Strip, darling. Do you think that’s too much? What if she can’t handle it?”“The outreach to the homeless shelter is. But he made me wait. So instead of staying in a good mood, more importantly sure of my choice to have a date with the guy, I started to have doubt. I send him a text that I was there and waiting, he responded that he was on his way. I gave him another ten minutes till the new train came that could take me home. Just when I was about to change my mind he arrived. I do not remember what car he drove, but it was fancy to my taste, as I drove a beat up old green twingo. He waved at me, I waved back.