Twisting her ponytail between her fingers to wring out some of the water, she decided to wait the storm out under the trees before making her way back...to the car. The rain was so heavy she could barely see ten feet out of the trees and she didn't know the area well enough to go anywhere with such poor visibility. A bright flash of lighting created enough visibility that she saw the man and the pavilion just as he arrived on his bicycle. She made a mad dash for the pavilion seeking it shelter. I know she has gone through a lot for you, I know she has sacrifice every thing to keep you alive. You feel like you owe here her every thing. And may be you do. But some times I wish you were a little more self-fish, that you could ignore every thing she has done for you and be with me. But then if you were like that, I wouldn’t be so in love with you. I feel my eyelids getting heavy, I guess I will just lye back and close my eyes for a while. Hoping that I will dream of you, hoping that I. Angie tried to slap his back as a way of friendly admonishment but as soon as she did, Bobby stopped sliding his cock along her cunt and instead held it away from her. Angie soon learnt that any type of chastisement for bobby however playfully meant only delayed things even more. So she just thought to herself that she would return the favour next time he wanted to fuck. Once more Bobby began to tease her clitoris with his strokes and Angie began to feel not only excited but it was strange to. What possesses you to do such things?’ A good family, she thought. She noticed how his Irish brogue always seemed to get deeper when he got stern. If he only knew about her good family. ‘I don’t know father.’ ‘So Mary Catherine, I haven’t seen himself at church lately. Why is that?’ ‘Himself’ was her father, it’s an Irish saying. ‘I don’t know father.’ ‘Well you just tell him I’ll be looking for him tomorrow.’ ‘Yes father.’ ‘For your penance say a good act of contrition, three hail Marys, and.