Either he had to stop taking her out, or he could marry her. She asked him if he thought he could ever find another girl that like to fuck, and have a...guy cum inside her, like she did. He admitted that he had NEVER found one like her, and probably wouldn't, even with a lifetime of looking. She had smiled and told him, frankly, "I'm 19 years old, and if you don't like what you're seeing in front of you, or what I do to you, then you better kiss me and tell me "Good-Bye." Otherwise we better get. A ‘you big dumb idiot’ grin. “Quinn…” she began, yet again in a singsong voice. “It’s pretty clear I enjoy this. I’ve even told you I kind of like teaching you all about this. How much clearer do I have to make it…?”“I just… it still feels fake. Like at some point you’re going to reveal that it was all an elaborate joke or something,” I admitted honestly, blushing a little. I was expecting her to reassure me again, but instead she just smiled. “So then… what would it take to show you I really. The priest looked at him and said, "Is there something you'd like to confess my son?" Lorenzo nodded and told the priest what happened. When he was done, the priest looked at him and touched his shoulder. "Lorenzo, you have to turn yourself in. I saw your picture on the news. The cops are looking for you. You'll never be able to escape the city. And from what you've told me, it sounds like self-defense." he said. "Yes Father, but I wanted to kill him. I hated him. He took Sherise from me.". Perhaps it was the strain her head was in or the strain her ears had to endure, she couldn’t tell. All she could hear was her own erratic heartbeat pounding, her chest tightened from stress, body wet from sweat tricking all over her sensitive flesh that seemed heightened by the loud harshness that dragged on forever. adrenaline was rushing inside her, which made her more aware of her situation. She squeezed her legs together, even though it was already tightly bound. Her panties and bra were.