He enjoyed stroking down my side as I leaned in close to be near him. His hand would caress down my body and over my bare ass while his fingers traced...the length of the crack in my ass cheeks. I could feel the rough dry skin on his hands and a jagged nail that poked at the entrance of my tender asshole. No male has ever been allowed that close to my asshole. I squirmed in the seat to express my disapproval of his venturing and attempting to avoid the potential of him fingering my asshole. He. I barely noticed it, my eyes rarely leaving the sight of her sexy teenage ass in her tight pink jeans. When they did it was to study her silky, clingy top, the breeze making her bra teasingly visible. But opportunities to hold her hand, let alone her body, were few and snatched. Only once, as we followed a tour group, did I manage to pull her into a hidden alcove. I ignored her muffled shriek of shock and pressed her up against the old stone wall. Our lips met open, as my body pressed her into. I moaned in pure excitement as I felt him deep within me and, for a brief moment, was afraid that I was making too much noise. But Carson didn’t care. After a few minutes of pounding my small frame, he reached for his keys once again and released one of my hands. I took initiative this time and sprang up, causing him to sit up against the seat. I climbed on top of him, feeling braver this time, and with a slight tug at his pants I revealed his bulging thickness. Before I climbed on top of him,. God, he couldn’t wait until they were married and he could have her. The anticipation was beginning to kill him, as he felt his jeans tighten at his crotch. A voice came over the loudspeaker announcing the boarding of their flight. He looked at Elizabeth. ‘Ready?’ ‘Not really but what choice do I have.’ Chase laughed, ‘You don’t have one. You’re getting on that plane because you’re not getting out of marrying me.’ She shot him a sarcastic look as she stood. ‘You know that’s not the reason.’ ‘I.