I believe they can permanently persuade these fellows you're worried about to leave you alone." Thank you, Frank. I'll let you know if I can use your ...elp." Think nothing of it, lad. I've got a bit of work to do. Aren't you supposed to do some womanizing?" That was the next thing on my agenda." Could you try to keep it out of the pantry, lad?"I went back to the bar and sat down by myself at a table.Shortly thereafter, Maeve came in. When she saw me, she walked over to my table.I got up to greet. " You running away?" I asked.She nodded. "From him. I won't go back."I drove out toward the river and pulled into one of the parking areas along the canal."OK," I said, turning in the seat and trying not to admire her high, firm breasts and long, tanned legs, "Tell me. I'll listen, but they do want you back." He does anyhow, my father. He's arranged a marriage with a foul man, a drug lord or something. I've seen him once." You mother know about this?"She nodded and sniffed. "I think so. She's. She gave an audible sigh that even the village idiot would have known meant she was happy, and that tripped some instinct in me to press harder. I’m pretty sure I was only trying to get deeper in her, but all it actually did was crush her clit harder. Plus I moved upwards a little, which meant that my skin rubbed her clit while it was being crushed.“Oh fuck yes,” she groaned.And I spurted.Just like that, with no warning of any kind, I lost it and my balls tried to climb out of their sack and. The touch of that electrified cock against her nerve-rich sex center sent Betty flying higher and higher. She jerked up from the wooden chair, her flesh straining, her bones rattling as a series of mini orgasms took her by surprise. Her muscles relaxed and contracted in unpredictable ways. Jack was able to slip half of his prick into her bowels before she had a chance to stop him.David jerked her hair again, shoving his prick all the way in. Betty felt his balls pillowing up against her chin as.