Frankly, I thought it was no business of God to be touching my cock and I told the dirty old goat so. He declared me wicked and a sinner and he would ...ell my mother that I had tried to seduce him with my sinful ways if I mentioned a word of what had gone on.Knowing my mother would scarcely believe me over the word of God, I never told her anything about it. She kept on trying to cure me, and took me to several so-called ther****ts, some of whom were pretty bizarre. The more she tried to get. "What if we're not good little girls?" one of them asked, making the others laugh. "Then I especially want you on my lap," I replied, instantly wondering if that was too inappropriate for their age. The way they all laughed and prodded each other made me realize they didn't care. "But we're all wet," someone pointed out. "That's ok with me" I said. "Wet girls are the most fun." They were in a frenzy of excitement at how suggestive and cool Santa turned out to be. I didn't want to spoil their. I kept wondering how I could lure you away." Didn't you tell me that John wouldn't be back until Saturday?" I asked. To which Sarah just nodded as I continued. "Well it's only Tuesday, and this is my Friday. I've got three days off and was planning on taking my boat over to Cape Charles on the Eastern Shore for a couple of days. Would you like to go with me?" I asked."That sounds great; I would love to go." she answered.We quickly made plans for her to meet me down at the marina around noon the. She pushed her hips forward, grinding her self into my erection and moaned loudly. I pushed my lips to hers and she slid her tongue into my mouth. I would love to tell you that it was a long warm passioate kiss, but in reality we were both inexperienced so Im sure it was more like two Saint Benards slobbering on each other. We started meeting each other’s thrusts as I grabbed the bottom of her tank top and pushed it over her head. My mouth found its way down to her small breast and I took a.