I looked down at her sex and the whole area was red and swollen. I kissed her there eliciting a small twitch in her hips and then moved back up to lo...k into her face. I felt incredibly turned on but also very protective. I wedged the head of my dick against those tender, swollen lips and watched her face for a sign. She reached down with her hands on my butt and gave a little pull toward her. The resistance was incredible and she locked all of her muscles, pushing back at my hardness. I. You see far more hats and gloves in the Bay area thanany other area of California. She lived on Fulton Street in one of those old Victorianapartments that have been restored in recent years. They wentinto great detail researching the original paint scheme of theblock. She knew that Victorians houses were overly decorativebut they out did themselves when it came to color. They looklike a candy store with all the bright colors. Her parents were c***dren of the hippie generation thatwent from. Bumping over the displaced stones, the raised centre line scraped along the bottom of the car. No 4×4 or tractor here, just a middle class Volvo estate, complete with ageing accountant and overexcited Collie, and me, of course, sitting quietly in the passenger seat, thinking to myself, this was more than just a months neglect. Three houses along this track, the first at the start, where the road was still smooth and well cut, and at the end, the two we were headed for, once a large farmhouse,. As I expected, the shit had hit the fan when I arrived home. My missus had heard from a source (that fucking friend of hers) that I’d been seen getting leaving a casino with a young lady. I explained that I didn’t sleep with her (I used the Clinton Defence) as I guess that technically no penetration of vagina was involved. I’m a reasonably good liar though and argued my case pretty convincingly. I even promised her that I’d do anything to prove that I’m trustworthy. Which brings us up to date I.