My father forbids it.”That forbiddance failed to stop Donald Hollinger one night. She’d held no grudge, had told no one, not Daddy, not even her m...ther, nor her Priest. Not a soul. She’d kept it close to her heart, it was the only way she could find the strength to forgive him.“You can never forgive me. You won’t even look at me.”“I did forgive you. I can forget, Donald. I will. I am looking at you, Donald. Please look at me.”“Your father won’t let me, Ann.”“Donald, my father is not me. I am. "American Candy is very different from the English girl."He drained his whiskey. "Another?"I sank mine. "Would be rude not to when you're paying."He ordered and turned back to me while the bartender went to work. Appraised my entire body again and I swear he was x-raying me. I blushed, wondering if the lack of panty line was obvious."So, does American Candy want different things to her English counterpart?"I fixed those amber eyes with a loaded look and breathed, "Very much so."He arched his. He was stroking line between my ass and then he stroked my pussy and grabbed my headacarf off. I told him to lie in bed and I undone his belt and pulled his trousers down. And I don't know why but you're obv already hate me but I'm Gna have to tell u. I saw his huge dick and it was so hard so I grabbed it with my hand and stroked it and ended up putting my mouth around the top. Then I stopped and then he was telling me how nice of an ass I have and would love to eat it out and then said my wet. Jane turned back over and whispered, "You wife wants that thought! Hurry! Please, George!"We made love like two teenagers afraid we would be caught any minute. It was fast and torrid. When we rolled apart, my wife said, "Go take a shower. We need to be getting it together."I went in and started the water. As soon as it was warm, I got in. I finished washing my hair when I had company. It was Jane, of course. We washed each other. It may have taken a little longer but it was fun and, in the end,.