Ned is arguing with his father. She should be used to it by now. She wrinkles her nose at the smell of sweat, cigarettes, and stale beer from the big,...pot-bellied bear of a man that looms over his son. The man sways with the beginning haze of intoxication.Cassie alternately wants to cover her ears or break down in tears. They're arguing about her. The epithets Ned's father hurls at her mean little. She has heard every one of them before. He favors "little Miss Rich Bitch," far more mild than. We walk out of the store and down the street.I pull you into the first alley we come to and press you against the rough brick wall. I kiss you fiercely, breathing hard into your mouth as my fingers run up and down the wet crotch of your panties, feeling your swollen lips underneath. We do this for what feels like ages when the alarm on my phone goes off, reminding me that our dinner reservation is in 15 minutes.We quickly compose ourselves and rush off to the restaurant. We get there just in. His lips smiled from the screen at her and she all but felt herself quiver out a bit of nectar from her core, she moved her hand and raised the sundress she wore so she could feel the warmth as it gathered between her nether lips and moistened the fabric of her thong…just the slightest touch sent a spasm through her that was profoundly satisfying…for a beginning. Again she panned out a bit as if moving away from the stage to get an overall view of Alfonse…her dream lover. Now she could see. We loaded the car up fast and set off, it was warm and sticky in the car and we could not open the windows for air, she was breathing fast and I could see her tits heaving up and down all taught in her tee shirt.We arrived at her bungalow and sat in the car, the thunder rain did not stop and after five minutes, we decided to run to the house. I stood in the rain waiting for her to unlock the door, but she kept getting the wrong key for the lock.After three attempts we were in the kitchen.