“Take it from this angle down so my face isn’t in it.” She nodded moving in with her ass against me and her chest heaving.She took a picture sho...ing it to me “You can’t see how big and hard it is though. Could you hold it out.”“I think you would get more proof if they saw this I the picture” pointing at the heart tattoo on the back of her hand.“Really, I can?” I noddedShe reached down grasping the tip pushing it down and her arm was in the way, so she slid her hand down to the root “Oh Jesus”. ”“How do you propose to do that?”“I’ll try the same thing with her father that I did with Deacon Vasily - ask to take her out for ice cream.”“And if he says ‘no’?”“Then I don’t think my relationship with her is going anywhere,” I replied.“And Lara? The opposite issue?”“That one has been bugging me since the Fourth of July. Lara is not prim, proper, or demure.”“But she’s your intellectual equal.”I chuckled, “She claims to be smarter than I am, which, I’ll concede is possible.”“Don’t let that. I told myself that I needed to wear the loose slacks to make sure I could quickly get the small automatic out of the ankle holster. But when I found myself slapping on Drakkar Noir, I had to admit it was bothering me that Claire Ingleford thought I was a complete loser. Not that dressing nicely or smelling good was likely to change that.Claire lived up in the rocky hills overlooking the Valley, and I almost got lost more than once on the narrow, winding roads that connect the homes of people. Inside was a mattress and a bench. I sat on the bench. This guy sat next to me and placed his hand on my leg. I was so turned on at this moment that I let my horniness take over my common sense. He worked his hand up my leg and spread them. I just responded. I was wet and very horney. He started to feel up my crouch and then worked his hand inside my blouse. I was lost at this point. The passion was just too much. He pulled me down to the mattress and started kissing me. He was a good kisser.