I began kissing her. She was still startled, but at least she was smiling at me.“Hi, you gorgeous piece of womanhood. How’s it hanging?”Slap. �...You scared the crap right out of me Bob, you goof! How the hell did you get here?”“Well, it seems that Charlie has... “Oh, God does that hurt! My gut feels like I haven’t taken a dump in a month! Maybe Charlie was right about that confidentiality shit. Great, now what the hell am I going to do? Well you know what they say, if you can’t dazzle ‘em with. “Who are you?”He smiled, and she realised that she could see him clearly, despite the lack of light. “You can call me Emmanuel.”“Emmanuel.” She thought about the meetings with her friends from Saint Jude’s. “Emmanuel. God with us.”“Very good! Gold star.” His expression wasn’t actually a smile. What was it? Compassion?She watched his face, thinking. Somehow, his presence was comforting; she felt safe, even loved. “Why?”“Your parents?”“Yeah.”“They were making the world a little better place for a. So I texted him and asked him to make a plan to spend a day or a night together and he agreed. We decided a meeting spot and to meet the next day.I was very nervous since this was the first time I was going to have sex with some stranger. But then I relaxed myself and dressed my very best . I reached at the meeting spot as decided, we had exchanged our numbers to contact each other easily as I reached I called him to see if he was there and 5minutes later we were standing face to face, I would. Even the tiniest movement sent shivers coursing through her body and tide after tide of juices flooded from her soaking cunt, a puddle quickly growing on the bed. Finally, I needed air, so I slowed up, releasing her clitoris and allowing my fingers to fall from her.Looking up at Brooke I smiled. She was panting like an animal, her auburn hair, drenched in sweat, stuck to her face and her cheeks were flushed with passion. Climbing from between her thighs I remembered Brooke’s dance and offered.