Mother would never understand, and she finally decided that if she was let out, she wouldn't go inside her house but would run away. Even if somehow s...e kept it a secret, she could never be able to curl up in her mother's lap with girlish innocence again without thoughts of this horrible day, and she knew she couldn't face her home and the love that it represented. She was too soiled, too ruined... While time might dim the memory, it would never erase it.Instead, they stopped the car next door. The canteen closes after the afternoon tea-break, so you will need to cook your evening meal yourselves; as we discussed, I'm more than willing to sell you supplies at wholesale cost. I'm sure that we can cover milk, tea and sugar from the canteen - we do it already for the night watchman and any late workers.The living accommodation in the caravan could probably best be described as 'cosy'. There are two double and two twin bedrooms, and the couch in the living room makes up into a good-sized. “Honey, let’s go inside before all this gets out of control, okay? I mean if I’m reading you right I can tell you want this as badly as I want it too. Right dear?” she said. “Yeah, I uh guess so” and with that his dick began tingling a little. “Yeah and here I go again. I mean umm, my dicks tingling just sitting here, and umm ohhhhhh Marge, god you are just so darn sexy” he went on to say. “Awwww Mark, Mark you’re just a sweetheart” she told him with a smile and with that and with the towel. I decided to take the risk and got out of the car. I could take whatever he threw at me. Of course I could. I was a big girl with a voracious sexual appetite, wasn’t I? How many times had I begged guys to fuck me hard and, invariably, been left disappointed? I decided that tonight was going to be my night. If Jonah wanted to fuck me vigorously, be rough with me, then he could. Walking into his house, I comforted myself with the knowledge that I had known Jonah for a few years. I wasn’t entering.