" You don't say," I replied."I need you to help me, to keep me safe." And just how do I do that?" my annoyance showing in my voice more, perhaps, than...I intended."You are good with information, I want you to research them, find out if they've been in jail, arrested, that kind of thing."And that I did for many years, reliable old John, who could be trusted to find out who was safe and who wasn't. All those years wasted, jerking off, thinking of what she was going through, jealous, yet unable to. She used one hand to shine the light on the steps so he didn’t trip. From there he carried her back to the lounge chair she was at earlier. He lit the candles that were on the coffee table. He gently placed her on the chaise lounge but Marissa was hesitant to let go of him. ‘I’ll be right back. I’m going to go get some more candles, look for a first aid kit and some pain reliever.’ He said as he helped her detach her arms from around his neck. He took the flashlight and disappeared into the. I got to see her dark blue thong as her t-shirt went a little above her waistline when she bent to pick up something. I am a little childish and funny guy with her. I teased her, saying blue, and called her blue several times that day.At first, she didn’t understand. But after realizing that I called her with the color of her innerwear, she was embarrassed and felt awkward.She even scolded me, generally saying, “Are you still some kindergarten kid? Is this how you talk about a colleague’s. . fuck, baby ... you know what? I want to cum again...”Danielle squealed in delight and quickly laid down and spread her legs. Ryan pounced on her and stuck his cock right in her hotness and started rutting away.“Come on baby,” Danielle urged, “give it to me harder! Give me more cum! Oh fuuuuck ... I’m coming!” Danielle did her best to muffle her screams of orgasm, as Ryan plowed on. He laughed at the tortured look on her face as she tried to be quieter. He started really long, deep thrusts,.