The colonel stopped and looked at the four-year-old. He then glanced over at me. “She can’t be your daughter.”“She is the daughter of my oldes... concubine,” I said. “And she’s been with me for some time.”“I heard you arrived here just a month ago. So you would have been picked up two months ago,” the Colonel said.Lenore sighed. “I met Mark more than a year ago. I was working as a waitress in a restaurant. Mark and his friends were eating dinner on the patio of the restaurant. There was a pickup. .. I know she has a touch of madness too and that she should ...we are sitting cross-legged talking.my eyes scan the horizon quickly to find a way to get closer to it ....nothing, nothing comes to me .... and then i see. a purple flower whose name I don't even know ... I decide to take it to pretend I want to put it in my hair.I rock her, extend my arm to the flower and finally slide through her hair I throw a valve on her in passing (her hair is curly, it will hold better)I begin the descent. ..i guide you to my pussy...i slowly lower my self on it...letting just the head in...and moving up and down slowly on the head of your cock...my pussy so wet on it...my pussy so tight around it...you feel hot it is...your mouth on mine...sucking my tongue...moaning against your mouth...i tell you how bad i want you deep in me...looking deeply in my eyes...i feel your hands on my hips...as you pull me down hard on your cock...gasping...as you enter me so hard and deep...closing my eyes i begin. Anyway, we gave it a try.For lack of a better idea, I drove my little black Accura down to Jamaica Plain and found a place to park that seemed to be reasonably safe. It was close to 10:00 PM and pretty dark. Of course there were street lights, but street lights don't do a hell of a lot of good that late at night.Well, nothing ventured, nothing gained. I did play it safe by carrying my baton in my hand so that it would be ready at a moment's notice. I walked away from my car and didn't get 100.