The moment was too much for me and I had my first orgasm of my life right then and there, with my body pressed tightly against him and writhing in ple...sure.I had never experienced anything like that before and even now I remember how I arched my body in pleasure, how I tightened my virgin pussy as cum flowed to my knickers and down my inner thighs and how he held me tightly in his arms as I buried my face in his shoulders.He knew he had given me the ultimate pleasure and that I was ready to. I’m the product of my genes. My dad is old money and my mom is brilliant and beautiful. Then comes me. Plain, but pretty. All the right things in the right places. Blondish with good skin, decent curves and a girl next door face with straight white teeth. Nothing to write home about. Sandra on the other hand was drop dead gorgeous. The kind of girl that when she walks into a room, conversation stops. My hands were shaking as I closed the door to my room. From my bed I considered my. ”“I will, but first a little business,” replied Happy Harry with an apologetic gesture. “I need a favor.”“Anything you want. What do you need, Harry?” It amazed and pleased her that she was in a position to help him. She would give her life to help him if that was necessary. The past few years had been the best of her life and she owed it all to him.“I have a young woman that was hurt and needs a place to heal for a while. I was wondering if she could work here with you,” said Harry.“You got. I stopped behind a tree and dialed the Parole Office."Hey, I hear you're looking for Robert Lemons," I said. "I'm standing here watching him."It took only a moment before I was talking to his parole officer."You'll never guess where that bastard is," I said. "C'mon, guess."There was no answer on the other end."OK, I'll tell you any way," I said. "He is sitting in a car with the license number E42349 right across the street from Carrie Walton's house. I say that only because I just drove Carrie.