"I'm trying to make sure we aren't being followed. Shut up and let me get on with it..."Rue du Normandie, Paris, November 22ndCaerys' feet ached, her ...ead hurt, her eyes were gritty and stinging, and the cold wind across the park was cutting through the bloodied shirt she was still wearing as though it weren't there at all. She still couldn't keep the grin from bubbling up on her face again and again as they trudged over the grass and gravel pathways.She was free! It wasn't how she'd imagined. She should have been more afraid but she was still so horny. She needed his cock inside her. She slipped off of him. Lifting her leg up high, above heals like she practice in Ballet, she let him see her pussy. Pretty pink and wet. So wet, pussy juice was dripping sliding down her legs. “Please, Santa put your cock inside. Impale me with your cock. Violate this perverted pussy. Need you fat cock deep inside me.” She moans out. “You really don’t care that anyone can see you so do you.” He said,. I released my inhibitions and whimpered with delight. I think it actually turned him on. He brought me to an orgasm that left me quivering for what seemed like ten minutes, though I suppose it was probably closer to thirty seconds. Oh God, it felt great. We laid there in the afterglow, silent but running fingers over each other’s shoulders, chests, arms, and lips. I have to admit he was a good lover, or at least at making love. I don’t know what possessed me to do it, but I felt obliged to take. He likes to rub it between my breasts sometimes. Since Mama died we sleep naked together, and he’ll put it between my legs. He says I’m too young to put it inside me, but I’m sixteen and I think I’m ready. I can help you.”Before I can react she takes her top and bra off, exposing perky C cup-sized breasts. She’s gotten on her knees in front of me.Nonchalantly she says, “You can touch my titties if you want.”I’m still in shock as she pulls my cock into her mouth. Her tiny hands rub my shaft as.