She put the key into the room’s lock, turned it, opened the door and went in – I followed her in and into the bedroom. She shut the door and went ...nto the bathroom…The room was deceptively large and well appointed; there was a large king sized bed. I walked over to the window, pulled the net curtains aside and looked out. The room was on the first floor and looked over the seafront, but was not overlooked itself.I heard the bathroom door open and she came out. She was carrying her outdoor. I felt a surge of hatred at Millie's father. As much as I loved her I had a killing anger towards him. I stood up, looking at Tom's horse, one he raised from a foal and was the one thing in life he'd ever truly cared for ... his leg crippled with a careless shot and left to die like his master. I slid the .44 slowly out of the holster, dreading the task, but knowing it was my job to do. I raised the gun carefully, lined it up and ended his misery with the sudden noise in the quiet woods. "Wanna come over and meet my date," she joked.I told her I might want to come over and beat her date, but I had no interest in meeting him."Ooh, do I detect a touch of jealousy?" she asked. "Just remember, I'm not your girlfriend until I get back from my date tonight — or maybe tomorrow, who knows."I knew she was joking. Well, I hoped fervently she was joking — at least about the tomorrow part.I told her at least all her goodies were covered this evening."Oh, don't worry," she said. "I have on. You concentrate, pushing slowly into me, as deep as you can go. I groan with pleasure. You keep moving slowly and steadily inside of me, establishing your rhythm. You look at me and say, “You have such a sweet pussy." And you reach down and kiss me deeply again. I match your rhythm as we slowly move against each other, feeling the passion between us. We alternate between kissing each other softly and sweetly, nibbling and tasting, and kissing hard and matching with our physical.