" I wasn't about to argue. She can feel the heat coming off of my body. She kisses me again more intently. Her hand slides down my pants, faintly touc...ing the outline of my hardening cock. " I want you." She whispers.We can really hear the rain now. It is very loud as it crashes on the roof. We can see the lightning flashs as we caress each other. It adds excitement to the moment. Making my way down her neck, I lift her up on to the bench, her legs straddle me. She can feel my bulge grind into. Her nervous, embarrassed compulsion to cover herself as much as possible. Yet, the fire from the barrel bathed her in waves of blistering heat. Its forked spew of flickering yellow and orange light casting away the shadows of all the figures surrounding her and it. Casting away the sparks and ashes of all she had left to own in this world. There, into that rusted old oil drum, had she deposited the very clothes from her back… right down to her last pair of clean, cotton panties. Mother had. This went on for what seemed like a couple of minutes and then I felt my cock engulfed in the warm wetness of her mouth as she started to get into it, building up a rhythm so intense that I felt the dividing wall shaking, ‘OMG!’ I thought as my knees started to shake as my balls tightened and I could hold back no longer, the sucking continued as I felt myself shooting with three big squirts deep down her throat, ‘Mmm’ could be heard as she sucked every last drop out of me before releasing her. “Oh Rain Blair,” he says, enjoying how her name rolls off his tongue. “Just turned eighteen. You know people never get into my house, right?” Sitting on the ground, he tosses the purse further into the house, contents spilling across the marble flooring. “In fact, they never get past the doggy door.” He holds up a remote, pressing a button. The door comes down on her, pressing lightly into her back. “When it senses something trying to get inside and it’s not my dog, it locks you in.