She flopped on the bed and said she was ready to feel my cock inside her. I walked over to her and ran my finger from the bottom of her slit to the to.... She was wet but I did not think she was wet enough. I licked my finger and smiled. She tasted so good.I stretched out next to her and kissed her lips, then smiled and told her that we have time. I wanted to make sure her pussy was ready for my cock. I traced my fingers down her chest and circled her nipples with my finger as I kissed her some. How would you like to come home with me this afternoon?’ To my surprise he smiled at me (no missing teeth.) and said, ‘Hi Margaret, my name is Hal and I’d like that a lot.’ Looking around nervously, hoping that no one was noticing this little conversation, I whispered, ‘Then wait for me in the park, when I’m done here I’ll come across the road and get you.’ ‘Okay Margaret,’ was all he said and he turned away to take a seat at one of the tables and eat his food. I watched him while he ate. "Olivia, are you alright?" My fatherstated, puffing for air. Then, almost immediately after, "Oh my god, I'msorry, you're getting dressed," he retreated behind the door, pulling ituntil it was barely ajar. "Are you okay?" He asked again, the doorseparating us from one another's view."I stubbed my toe," I said, my voice seeming less girly than before, butstill significantly more girly than I could have imagined twenty-fourhours ago."Right," he said, "sorry, again."And he left without waiting for. I'm rarely a drinker and he's got his preferences about what he drinks and how much. So neither of us every really got smashing drunk. It wasn't often that we ran into each other at first then I began working with him at a new job and from then we started to become friends. I had never told anyone about my prior boyfriend or his pushy ways but something about Michael just called out to me to tell him. He actually brought up the subject because he knew I was withdrawn and didn't date much. I.