I then started massaging her pussy hole with the head of my dick. I asked Sarita do you like that. Sarita said Ralph finish the massage. You have to m...ssage the inside of my Indian pussy. I said Sarita do you want me to fuck you. I was only massaging the out side of your nice pussy. Do you want me now to massage the inside. Sarita said yes. You got me hot on purpose, There is no way you are getting up off of me without fucking me, no way !!! Now do it. I know you wanted to fuck me as soon as. I tossed my t-shirt to the floor before pulling the dress off the hanger. That’s when the door to the dressing room flew open. ‘What the? Someone’s in here!’ I realized that in my haste to try on the dress, I forgot to lock the door. The cop emerged through the door and locked it behind him. I had no idea why, but this action sent butterflies dancing in the lowest part of my belly. ‘Why were you following me?’ He asked. I decided to play dumb. ‘What?’ ‘I’m a cop. I know when I’m being watched. Him and my mom are divorced, so,” she trailed off. “So you live at your mom’s?” “Only until I finish college, then I am moving away from this town!” She laughed, nervous and shy. I was caught up in rapid fire thoughts: She’s in college? Never would have guessed that. She hasn’t blown me off yet. Maybe she likes me too? How do I find out? Where do I go from here? What came out of my mouth happened by pure instinct alone, because my brain was long gone by this point. “Wanna grab a coffee? It’s. Her head lay in her hands. Her body heaved. "I'm sorry Joe," she whimpered into the table."So what Mary called you... ?" Yes Joe, I'm a whore," she said with the saddest smile in creation, her head tilted in her hands facing him."Why?" Good question. A long story. Bottom line I have to." Not child support. You've never conceived and you probably make enough dancing. You share an apartment so expenses must be somewhat manageable. The car's fairly pricy but a couple years old and not anything.