Strangely, it was that very anger that moderated my reaction, because it was so strong that it reached a voice of reason inside, what little remained,...that told me I was too angry to be rational, and that I should cool down before confronting them. With great difficulty I tore myself away from the door and left the house quietly, driving away to find a place to think. I learned afterward that either I drove silently or they were too absorbed to notice, and never heard me.Once in the car I. Her tight little ass moving, the way she would just flirt with me, and the way she just couldn't keep her hands off of me. I finally had enough. I walked up behinde her and hugged her. She stood straight up and looked up at me. " My god you look so good right now." I said. "So do you baby." she replied. She then bent over stuck her ass up in the air and pressed herself on my hard cock and moved it side to side. It felt amazing! I stood there and pushed hard into her ass so she would know how. "Messaging some people back home,getting a little work done. Not like I have a lot of work to do outhere. But I stayed up long enough to make sure you would survive thenight before I went to bed."Ben nodded in the direction of a sofa against the far wall. A pile ofblankets rested atop it. Ben Rosenthal, ever the gentleman, had slept onthe couch.A slight smile crept over Tyler's face. The amount of restraint Ben hadshown last night was commendable, after being invited into this room,being. Then he scanned in their pictures to go with that. They need to promote him to detective, and bust this Bryant guy back to patrolman. I think the asshole is just plain lazy, or else he thinks I'm some kind of pedophile. He keeps telling me that most teenagers show up within a couple of days, and he keeps asking about any boys I've seen the girls with lately. I keep telling him they don't have any boyfriends and don't mess around with any boys at all, but it's obvious he thinks I haven't been.