I burn.”“You tanned with me in Martha’s Vineyard.”“Yeah, I can tolerate it in the Northeast, but I’d be reduced to a charred cinder down h...re in Miami.”“Well don’t even try and gaze at any other women, I’ll know how long your eyes will stray.”“Jenny, how can you even say that? I thought you knew me! It should be obvious that I won’t be able to resist all of those bronze beauties walking half-naked before me!” he joked.“Right, like any of those “bronze beauties” could compare to this blonde. I never felt any remorse for the people I had killed over the past five years. In fact I enjoyed seeing the pain and suffering in people. It’s just my thing. The main reason most say I’m a cruel person was because I had never slept with a woman; and it was true. It wasn’t why I was cruel though it was because my parents were cruel to me first. I know, cliche "my mommy and daddy were mean to me so now I'm mean to others."But my mother was a heartless wench who I had caught sleeping around with. .She was Aussie, a little unusual, and recently single. And I developed a weird crush on her. I'd never cheated on my girlfriend. And I wasn't about to start. So nothing happened. Until one night... I'd been out with some friends and came home pretty sloshed. My girlfriend was still out with her friends. And everyone else was out too. Except this one girl. She was sat on the sofa watching TV wearing only a bathrobe. I leered, shamefully. But she didn't seem to notice or mind. I sat down and we. The more he pushed his fingers towards the inviting little protuberances that masqueraded as breasts the more I openly moved my bum into his swollen cock in circles, there could be no doubt we both knew were crossing that divide that men and daughters felt, but I did not want to stop until I felt him inside me, he was openly inches from my hard nipples, and I gave a soft groan as I shifted my body upwards and felt his fingers finally compress my soft breast tissue and contact my rubbery nipples.