Here, take my card and do a little shopping. You could use a new bathing suit; the old ones are looking pretty ratty. Just make sure you're back befor... 2:00." Harold walked toward her, car keys in one hand, the ATM card in the other. "Don't go crazy - I don't want you to spend more than a hundred dollars, understood?"Heather leaped into his arms and gave him a quick peck on the lips. "You're the greatest! I promise I'll be back on time."Harold secretly hoped she'd be late.The girls got back by. You told me you were lonely for a man. There is something so young and innocent about you. I know why you’re here, but you don’t seem comfortable. I can tell by how much you want to be drunk, you are not comfortable.”“I don’t want to talk about it. Please, I want to have fun and not think.”“Does your father know you’re here?” I asked, ignoring her request. “No. My father is strict. He is why I went to the convent. My mother died six years ago when I was twelve. He would be angry if he knew I. He slowly pulls out, and Veronica wraps her legs around his neck to keep him close. He decides he's tortured her enough, so he begins to lick her pussy lips, each one from bottom to top, then a nice slow lick up the middle of her slit. She's panting, unable to even form words to encourage him. He finds her pussy hole again, and begins to slowly tongue fuck her. She arches her back, desperate to cum. He begins to lick and suck her clit, while fingering her juicy cunt. It's too much for Veronica.. I didn’t realize how much I was getting into this. Then I’m suddenly self aware. I’m slowly getting wet, I’m fighting not to moan, and my fingers are itching to find their way under his shirt. “Stop fighting your feelings.” He whispers it, like it’s a deep, dark secret. “Kiss me.” I take a step back when he says it. “Kiss me.” Another step back. The next step I take presses me against the end of the bed. I look up into his eyes. They almost shine in the darkness. It’s a mistake and I know it. I.