Without speaking, I simply reach over and take the pad from your hands and set it on the bedside table. I lean over you and kiss you deeply, finishing...with a gentle but firm nip on your lush lower lip. Your eyes meet mine, wondering what has gotten into me. I mean to show you, but it will end with what has gotten into you. I roll out of bed and again without speaking I grasp you around the waist and hoist your small body over my shoulder in the classic fireman’s carry. You give a small shriek. That day her briefs had to be changed at home before she could return to church and she had imagined that men had been looking at her crotch all day, she had been looking at their crotch and spotted some bulges and felt that she had been signalling her sexual feelings almost u*********sly.She had not been able to tell anyone of her feelings and this was an additional frustration. Marilyn eventually decided that her wetness was such she simply had to masturbate to relieve her body but she was. I tried to squirm, even though on some level I enjoyed being touched like this by a stranger.He spread my pussy lips open and slid his finger up and down my wet slit. I could feel how soaking wet my pussy was."Lying little whore, your pussy is dripping wet, you're loving this, aren't you?" he grinned. I bit my lip, refusing to answer. "Answer me, or I won't give you what you so clearly need."I swallowed hard. "Yes," I whispered so quietly I barely heard it myself."Yes, what?" he asked, still. Thanks for receiving me brilliantly like this on such short notice, my friend.”“For you, always. Ci vediamo tra poco! Enjoy your evening.” He acquiesced to me, then to her, and he left.The night went on pretty smoothly. Apart from the fact I had to demand that she drink wine with me, after she insisted it wasn’t a good idea, that her parents could be upset, or suspect of something. I had to remind her that “they didn’t care about her.” After that, she was fine. After the alcohol kicked in, she.