"We need to stop." I don't want to stop," she said, lowering her head until her lips kissed his prick. Again he rose up in his seat, pushing the head ...f it inside her mouth. When he relaxed back down in the seat, she licked the knob and the tiny slit, tasting his pre-cum."No, I mean we have to stop the car," he said between heavy breaths."Over by the Animal Humane Society there's a big empty parking garage," she said knowingly between a lick and a swallow of his battle club."Okay," he said,. She continued on for as long as she could until her legs began to shake and she whispered out his name.He smoothly took over, gliding a hand down her spine feeling the perspiration and breathing of her efforts, and rested a hand on her ass. The other followed suit in a lewd grip that made a little pressure and stretched her pussy, making her groan.June started off slow cradling her in that hold as Evy wrapped her arms around his neck, panting. The thickness was leaving her breathless as he. Once I met Charlene, I started spending my free time at the state park where she worked in the concession stand. She was so pleasant to be around. I remember talking to her at her work or on the phone. We talked a lot. Then in early August, it was time for the Washington County Fair so we went to spend some time together. We walked hand in hand around the fair. We walked around, laughed, had some fun. After a while, we went back to my car which luckily had a front bench seat. We started. I made it inevitable when I told you the whole story. But I had to tell you. It’s not a pain I could shed by keeping it secret. If you touch me, and I flinch but you don’t know why, my pain not only increases but part of it gets transferred to you. Telling you breaks its hold on me, but the same won’t be true for you. Not for a while. Just ... be careful. Looking into my past for answers is a necessary part of my mental and emotional health, but it’s also forcing me to revisit my trauma. I much.