" She opened her shirt exposing her breasts. "Remember, you said you liked my boobs. Well, here look at them. Do you still like um?" Yeah! Shit! I sti...l like um." He said reaching over and pinching her nipple with his good hand. "What's your name, and how the hell old are you anyway." Karen, and I'm seventeen ... I'm not a ... a virgin though..." She attempted to look shy. " ... but I'm close to one. Rory ... you know that guy you ... well you know. He's the only one that I ever went all the. "I m sorry, I don t speak French." Her voice, hesitant and whispery, echoes throughout the entrance. "My pardon, Miss. Are you here with an escort?" There is paternal concern in his tone as he glances at the two men in the hall. "No. Well, I mean, yes of course. I'm to meet him here." She falters at the open disapproval in his eyes, then startles violently at the warm touch of a mans hand on her shoulder. "It is fine, Jacques. We will introduce her around." The low, resonant voice belongs one. The journey was ab. 1 hour. So we keep talking and then she asks me whether I have a girlfriend. I said I do have then I realise sum man staring at her boobs as she was wearing deep neck top.So I scold him in other way where u looking at and all. She thanks me with a cute smile and holds my hand. Now the real story begins. She keep talking with me like we friends like besties and still holding my hand and pinching me with her nails. I know she like me what I did for her and all through the. See you for dinner.I instantly pictured him pinning her to the bed and riding her through two orgasms, leaving her thighs and red haired bush a creamy, sticky mess. I couldn't wait to get home. The torture of not knowing was killing me, but the anticipation of finding out excited me beyond belief.At 5 in the afternoon, my phone pinged again.Lamar just left. come on home and see what he's done. Dinner will be on the table.I parked the car in the drive, hobbled up the steps to the kitchen door.In.