I should have, of course. By then again, I’ve known Maria since way back when she was a girlie teenager. I was a friend of her father, Bruno, a rath...r jolly but also a stupid man – stupid in that slow, tiresome way. He was something of a house tyrant in his family, that guarded his women, wife Ilse, and daughter Maria, as a hawk because he knew only too well who I was and all about my dangerous penis.Maria grew up to become this dark haired beauty with big brown eyes and a shiny smile. She had. "What do you mean?"Brent stopped and turned to Bonnie, wrapping his arms around her. "I love you, Bonnie. I want you to be happy. I know you're ... uncomfortable with our time apart. But ... I can't be selfish. You love your job and you are very, very good at it. I know it gives you great satisfaction. I wouldn't do anything to take that away from you," he finished.She leaned into him and kissed him passionately. "If I have to choose, I wouldn't think twice ... I would be with you," she said. I stopped but she softly asked if I could continue. I did so, and after 10 minutes or so switched to the other foot. She sighed softly, and said I did that just as good as Tina did. When I asked her who Tina was, she said “She was my girlfrien… my neighbor.”And then she suddenly pulled her foot out of my lap and was in my arms, crying softly into my chest. It took a while, and I finally got the story out of her. Tina lived 4 doors down from them, and they had been secret lovers.Sleepovers had. The curved finger appealed to her as it passed between her pussy lips, nevertheless, this was a man's finger… not her own, it was feeling, searching…. searching her inner depths, it had extended through her hymen, but it was male, different from her own, this was a finger that was going to take her into womanhood. Ivan needed to go down… down on her… her pussy, the red haired new pussy… brand new, intact; he wanted the taste… taste where no man had gone before,.