He asked for me to tell him about myself. I was hesitant at first... Why would Morgan want to know about me? After a deep breath, I spoke about my lif..., living and working on a family wheat and cattle farm in Australia. Morgan seemed to be genuinely interested as he listened intently, keen to know more and more. Time seemed to no longer be a measure of how long had passed; instead, it was only when a yawn escaped my lips that I knew it was past bedtime. Morgan mocked my yawn and joked that he. But some poor Little who managed to escape a life of Hell, after beingsentenced to that life for no more than a skid mark in her panties?"She shook her head. "I can't usually do much, but you gave me a pathforward. Thank you for that!" You're welcome... I hope it at least buys that family some time."We pulled up to her house about ten minutes later, parked her car inthe garage, and both carried our briefcases inside the house. I smiledas I watched her receive a kiss from her husband to welcome. Andrew was still watching Mr. Barrett when he saw the older man’s eyes widen. Quickly he glanced over to see Rebecca’s feet facing the curtain, her skirt and shirt in a rumpled pile on the floor, and to his surprise, he saw his fiancé bend at the knees until she sat on her haunches, knees spread wide. The lace panties clearly showed the triangle of Rebecca’s curly brown pubic hair. An opaque panel of fabric covered her virginal pussy, but the fabric was drawn taut, forming a cameltoe. She gazed into my eyes, and then at my revealed chest in wonder. After the blood was gone, I set the shirt on the ground behind me. I gazed into her eyes, as she did mine. I reached for her chin, and drew her closer. With a deep breath, I leaned in, and kisses her. She wrapped her arms around my neck, and quickly I wrapped mine around her waist. We kissed, slowly, over, and over again. Some force inside me caused me to reach for her dress zipper, pulling it down, I let go half way. She stopped.