Our idiot of an outfitter looked up the job title ‘father’ and came up with this priestly garb. But it has sufficed. I digress. ‘Young woman, am...I correct, you were given your ring by your grandmother?’ ‘Umm, not quite. She passed away when I was about seven. I thought it was pretty, laying in her jewelry box, and I just took it. When I tried it on, I could hear what people were thinking and it scared me, so I didn’t wear it often. I tried to give it back, but Momma said I should keep it to. Like a strong leg."He reached out and run his hand along the back of my legs, feeling and clenching at them. "Mmmmmh, you're do!"He then slapped his leg and told me to 'perch' myself on it. I sat on his knee and he cupped my breasts through my dress with his hand, mauling and feeling at them. Once again he told me that 'I would do.'"Right girl, let's get to it. Stand up, face the door and hitch that dress up."I jumped off his leg, turned and tugged my dress up to my waist. I leaned forward a. But since the moment I first made love to you, I knew I did just that. I didn’t fuck you, I made love to you, and I knew it was real. That moment changed my life around. You were transformed from an incredibly beautiful sister and my best friend to my incredibly beautiful love and my best friend. My goals were the same, to make sure nobody ever hurt you, least of all me. And I promise, that as long as I am here, I will make it my sole mission in life to make you as happy as possible, and never. "I won't let anyone hurt you." The violet eyed teen's attitude seemed contagious. Warmth flowed in from Cian's words and touch, and anxiety flowed out. John watched unhappily as Cian pulled his jeans back up. But then Cian pulled him down for a quick kiss. The touch of Cian's lips was wonderful, but over too soon. John looked into the other boy's beautiful eyes. "Just a little taste to hold you 'til later," Cian said with wink and a grin that promised scorching passion.The policeman tapped on.