I really was a good boy. Sure, I had some untoward designs on Brenda's fabulous little bod, but I'd made no false moves in that direction. I had been ...ontent to wait, patiently, for an appropriate opportunity. What I had in mind was simple enough. I figured Brenda, like any other healthy young woman, was bound to pleasure herself at some point.Maybe she had, already, and I'd just missed out on it, but I didn't think so. My doggie sense of smell would have tipped me off, I think, if anything. I hope it will not upset you if I say that I think that I have fallen in love with you. I know that we have not known each other very long, but that is the way things are with me.”“Oh, Jeff, that is the way I feel about you, but we can never marry. No respectable man can marry me and keep his reputation intact. After all, everybody in Clear Wells knows that I was raped, and that makes me socially unacceptable.”“I could not care less about my reputation in regards to you. If necessary, we could. The river was just a bit over one hundred meters wide, the water calm and murky with a steady but gentle current moving left to right from their perspective at a speed of perhaps half a meter per second. Directly across from them was the loading dock; an L-shaped carbon fiber pier that was attached to a hinged ramp that protruded from the levee wall, thus allowing it to rise and fall freely with the seasonal changes in the Sacramento River’s water level. A transport barge, fifty meters long by. Your fingers go through my hair as my tongue circles first one nipple, then the other. Your hands go involuntarily to the sides of your neck, caressing the tender skin there as my tongue circles downward, around your sensitive naval, trailing down, ever down. As my lips slide down your waist, I position myself between your legs. Your head begins to roll along with a VERY sexy groan as I begin to nibble your thighs. You bite your knuckle as my lips and tongue find your clit. Your legs go wide as.