Her lips were puffy and aroused, her little pearl hard against my tongue. I had but a handful of seconds, and I made them count.Pressing on the back o... my head, Ava held my face between her legs as I enthusiastically regarded her in the middle of a coffee shop while a stranger watched. Her breathing increased as she tensed, my anticipation dissecting her every nuance. When I heard her sigh, her rigid posture beginning to buck, I moved my free hand between my legs and rubbed my own clit as she. "They were just using me, trying to hurt me. It made them feel powerful, I guess." How old are you?" I asked, petting her raised hip, stealing tiny kisses."Seventeen," she said. "Just last month." You'll find a man, a man to marry, when this is over, maybe before."She sighed. "Should I tell him, 'bout being raped?" Not less'n he asked," I said, posing as an expert when my pool of ignorance was bottomless. I got back to what I did know and pretty soon we were tiring each other so we could sleep. She was holding my hard cock in her hand as she examined it closely. I felt her breath on my balls as she moved the head closer to her lips. As our eyes made contact, she softly whispered "Morning, Daddy. I didn't mean to wake you." I felt her rub her panties over my balls as she parted her lips and moved closer to my cock. Her fingers wrapped the fabric around the shaft as I felt the softness of her lips kiss the head. Her hand stroked up the shaft with her panties which worked up a small. He told her that it was a guy thing and he needed his space to be with the guys. Well at least she could shoot and handle all firearms safely now, her well oiled 12 gauge over-and-under shotgun figuratively gathering dust in the gun safe. When David was home he was invariably watching television on the 24 hour sports channel taking his meals there while sitting in his recliner. That was followed by a six pack or more of cheap swill beer within easy reach and not caring if it got warm. He would.