“Marie, I don’t mean that, if I was talking about sex I could wait until your sixteen, seventeen, eighteen until you’re ready and want to, that ...it would be easy, I would wait for you, it’s just you can’t do what I want to do. I want to go to nightclubs and to the pub, go to festivals and concerts and there is no way you can do that, both because of your age, but you have got homework and exams and things like that. I’m sorry it just won’t work between us.“Marie, I could easily fall in love. . I looked at the clock. Three hours! We had been going at it for three hours! No wonder we were thirsty.I put my school stuff on the desk in my room just as she hung up the phone. I followed her into the living room where she picked up the remote and started surfing for something to kill time while we waited for the pizza to arrive."Did you order bread sticks?" Of course. With extra pizza sauce and ranch dressing. I'm a big girl, I can order pizza."I planted myself in the big chair and. She sidestepped quickly to avoid one such patron who stumbled down the short flight of steps in front of a place called “Donnelly’s Run,” a lively establishment with upbeat, quirky music drifting out from inside. The sign above the door showed a man with a barrel tucked under his arm, running from another man who was chasing him. Sara got the impression the first man was a thief being pursued by the barrel’s owner, the second man.Dressed in a finer cut of coat and breeches, the man mumbled. His dick was rock hard and he alternated between touching her hair and running his hand through his own as he took in wave after wave of brain-melting pleasure. This was the fifth or sixth time she’d gotten on her knees for him, and even considering the surprising ease with which she had submitted that first time back in the fall, it was possible that this current round had been the most effortless of all. The last few times he’d talked her back to his basement, he’d had to at least warm her up.