It was him! "Why you following me around the mall?" he asked. "I wasn't following you." I lied. "Yes you were." he replied "Now, what you ...eed?" "I have no idea what you're talking about." I lied again "I wasn't following you." "That's too bad." he said as he began to drive off "You got a nice ass." "Wait." I blurted. He stopped his car and approached his passenger door. "Ok, I was following you." I admitted. "I know you were." he smiled as he pulled his the. . was it the one in the back of the pub... or the one in the car.... or the one with the two of them? So many delightful ideas and sexy scenarios to choose from...Your skin is warm and soft to the electric fire of your touch. Another quick sip of wine and your thoughts jumble... I knew that robe wouldn't stay on long... Your nipples are so hard! That little pinch sent just the right shiver down your body, the wet fire growing ever more present. Flashes of images... ideas... desires... swirl. I could tell he knew this was absolutely torturing me. Our noses were side by side; his brow was on my mine. The only feature of our faces that wasn’t touching was our lips. I imagined what kissing him would be like, almost like finding the missing piece, a connection I had never experienced before. I felt his hand slide under mine palm up. He gripped his fingers around the base of my wrist. We were so close; I wondered why he wouldn’t just kiss me already. Was he waiting for me? Our foreheads. "Did you want to pray? Get on your knees." Yes!" I brightened. Maybe he had considered his evil. He knelt slightly. "Let us pray, to rid this curse from you." My smiled beamed hope at him, and my knees touched the carpet before his." Oops! The door." He spun around and closed it. Pray was a private matter, I agreed. If forced to in public, one must not be ashamed to show true faith."Oh, heavenly Father." I began. I heard a zipper. He turned back to me. His cock swung like a baseball bat. I.