When they came out of the restaurant I drove forward, stopping opposite the parking lot when they stopped against the sports car and kissed. I was som... distance away but clearly saw the arm of James Henry Mercer disappearing under the hem of my wife’s short skirt and saw her legs widen – at least her shoe moved to the left quite some distance. James or Jim or Jimmy or perhaps Harry Mercer’s hand was snaking up to my little darling’s pussy. I drove off quietly instead of doing a wheelie and. This was the case when I recently traveled to downtown Louisville, KY to attend a conference. I was somewhat limited, since I traveled with several fellow employees. My hotel was within sight of an adult bookstore/theater, but I dared not go there for fear of being seen. I did however arrange to meet someone whom I had contacted online. My schedule was hectic, but after the day's meetings and receptions, I did get back to the room mid-evening. My new friend met me soon after at my room. He was. She had heard so many things about his people over time, that she had naturally assumed he was a bad person. The same way they had assumed she was like her father, though she was nothing like the man. He took her arm so gently, and despite her wish to pull away from him after his brutish kiss among the gardens, she did not. She let him lift her arm, and fold the fabric just above the wound. He tied it as tight as he could manage without hurting her and cutting into her skin. Then he brushed the. Quickly I added another finger, and pushed them both inside her. I worked them in and out methodically, as I manipulated her tits with my other hand. It dawned on me that there was no sign of an intact hymen, and she didn't even flinch when I pushed my two fingers all the way into her love canal. I wondered what she may have been doing when it broke.My skinny, delectable niece seemed to be enjoying the "help" I was giving her. I wondered how much experience she had already long before I.