But soon she controlled it. I fucked her for at least 15 mins. Then stopped to take some rest. But she did not want that . She told of fuck her harder... I got up and started untill her cum came out. As her cum was coming out she started shouting. I put my hands on her mouth and increased the speed. The cum started coming out of her pussy and she was getting a great pleasure from that. I stopped. Some blood was coming out from her pussy. But she did not mind she sat fingering while her cum was. “You want it bad, don't you?” I asked, rubbing my cock through my slacks.“Yes!” the Irish schoolgirl moaned. She was my age, nineteen and sexy. “Show me!” I commanded, reveling in her need for me.She didn't hesitate to flip up her skirt. We had privacy back here, the church hiding us from the road, the trees and bushes planted around the edges of the lawn. All of those screened us. Still, someone could catch us, and here she was exposing the pair of white panties, several lines of ruffled lace. Crazier than becoming alittle girl, OK? That's all you need to know. I'm not telling you fuckall, understand?"I felt a soft hand on my shoulder. "We're just trying to help, Ryan. ButGreg is right, you keeping this from us isn't good. If we knew the wholestory, maybe we'd be able to help more. At least better understand whatyou went through and what you're going through now. But I'm sure you'lltell us when you're ready."I glared at Eve and broke away from them. I did an about face, plantingmy. I ate here often and knew all the wait staff. Tiffany sighed and picked at her wet shirt again. "Screw it. No clubbing for me tonight. The apartment I stayed at today doesn't have a clothes dryer." "My house is just down the street and I have a clothes dryer. I'm really not a perv," I hastily added. "I'm just offering dry clothes. I've got a robe you can wear while your clothes dry. I just don't want to go home and think about you sitting here cold and wet and maybe getting sick or something.