When Eda closed the backdoor behind her, Brick let a loud sigh escape from her body and rapped her fingers on the picnic table. “So, Miss Lisa Conch...ta Masciotro...” I softly said and purposefully left it at her full name.“I, uh, I sooo badly wanted to suck on you when I pulled your shorts down, I could hardly breathe and you, you simply said, ‘No’. What was that all about? You woulda let the others do it, but not me. Then...”“Stop, stop, stop. Slow down, Brick,” I calmly said as I put my hands. "Enjoy that?" he asked as they left the shop."Fuck yes", she replied as they stood on the footpath. His mind raced how to enlarge on this encounter, how to get those slacks and top off and how to shove his cock up her cunt, maybe even or bum or have her sucking him off. "Could I help you home", he asked. The woman immediately took him up on the offer and with the plastic bags balancing with help on the top of the trolley and with her grasping his arm she guided him to her abode, an abode that. Just thinking about her made my cock hard, and then there was a knock on my door."Hi," she said somewhat shyly, "could you do me a favour and escort me to the Compound." Sure Jen," I said, "I'll get my jacket."Not that it was cold, quite the opposite in fact, but all I owned was in that jacket and I was not going to leave it in some poxy hotel room. She introduced me to her father, a very large man in his late thirties with a vice like handshake."Now I don't want you wandering about on your. If you feel like talking I’m not going anywhere. But don’t feel obligated to tell me anything because you aren’t.”“Once I get started you might try to climb out that window.”I promised to pull over to the side of the road first. She sat back in her seat. When she started talking I got the impression she already knew what she was going to say. She must have been thinking about it all morning.“I’ve lived in or around Harpers Ferry all my life. My mom died when I was fourteen. That pig of a.