The party started to wind down about 1 in the morning. I felt a hand on my shoulder and turned. Lana was looking down at me. ‘Fancy a coffee?’ I n...dded. ‘Let’s go next door, we could have a brandy too. Have you been avoiding me?’ ‘Oh, God, no, not at all. It’s just,’ she shushed me with a finger to my lip. ‘It’s okay, I was joking. Let’s grab our coats and go.’ We did. I forgot my boots and found myself feeling excited as we left and walked into the now dry air but still wet pavement. Her house. Deeper and deeper I drove into the ghetto, I noticed Zandies eyes darting from side to side as I took her into a dark world so far removed from her suburban home. I finally arrived at the carefully chosen ally and drove down it 100 yards. This was in the heart of the worst part of the Southside, deep in gang territory and within a block or so of homeless shelters and a drug addiction detox. She and I were likely the only white people in 10 miles.I parked and saw the trash can was right where I. After around an hour their grandmother, Edna, said “I’m going back to our apartment don’t be too long” both girls chorused “We won’t”. Turns out they’d only arrived a few hours ago and this trip was a treat for doing well in their exams. When Edna had gone Amy said to me “Are you going to get me a proper drink?” I said “Sure, vodka Ok” and they agreed.After another half hour of flirting and laughing they’d had a couple of drinks and then said “Will you walk us back to our apartment” I said. A brief thought of my wife flew through my head, but too much had happened for me to stop now. Unable to resist, I began to slide myself into her love tunnel as I leaned down and kissed this young tease. Months of her flirting and my secret masturbatory fantasies caught up with me as I began to fuck in and out of her with long, slow strokes.“Yes, fuck me,” she cried as I thrust into her. “Harder.”I began to pump in and out of her tight, teenage cunt as she cried out beneath me. Faster and.