However, I told him Daniela was a grown-up woman, didn’t belong to anyone, and was able to make her own decisions about whom to see and whom not.She...still wanted to see me ... and from then on we met time and again, however always in public places. We hugged, kissed, groped each other ... I had never met a pair of such sensitive breasts ... she grew wild as soon as I took them in my hands ... but that was all I was allowed to do ... yet ....Finally the day came ... after a short shopping spree. Beads of water still studded their skins, as she lay making no move to avoid him or his caresses, he opened her legs raised her knees and played with her soft sex with his stubby fingers, gently but very firmly. Her reaction to him and the pain she knew was to come when he attempted to violate her, was to me a revelation, his tool was of a size I could never match, and way more than I belive she had ever experienced, but she just lay, passively and I suspect eagerly, awaiting the pain as his. But I had already felt the terrible confirmation. I cried again all Monday night until Tuesday morning. And that terrible itch had returned with a vengeance, but my shackles were as tight as ever.Tuesday night, Erica came into the bathroom with a strange woman--a slender blonde about the same age as Erica. She wasn't dressed Goth either, she was wearing a black tube top with a short denim skirt. The view up her skirt from my angle would have been a real cock hardener, if only I had a cock.. " From Mexico! --With you, Jeremiah?" Uh. Yes. It's a long story."Carol looked at the girl with new interest. "I'm sure it is!" she said. "Stay for supper. Earl will be back soon, and you can tell us both your long story at the same time." Uh, Carol, do you suppose you might have -- y'know -- a couple of outfits Margarita might borrow? Maybe some old jeans? A pullover shirt or something? Maybe some underwear?"Margarita wasn't picking up on too much of what was being said, but she seemed a.