”Chloe wants so badly to touch herself that she’s on the verge of tears.Becca’s wails change to mindless sobs as her staggering series of orgasm...s goes on and on. At last, like a wind-up doll whose spring has run down, the girl sags in the gangster’s arms. She’s completely drained, exhausted, and Rodney has still not shot his wad. The big man carries Becca to her mother, lifts her off his erect penis, and sits her on Chloe’s lap.“Your daughter’s a hot little bitch,” he says.Chloe stares in awe. The water was now a muted burble somewhere beneath their feet. He turned to his passengers. ‘See. I told you she would get us there!’ he grinned reassuringly. Of all people who were ever scared of flying, the man behind him did not look the part. David was tall, six two in boots, like the ones he wore today. His piercing green eyes remained hard, hiding the relief he felt inside. He was scrunched into the back seat, and had been uncomfortable since take-off, now forty minutes past. Pete thought. I mean, think about it. Lots of teenage guys have fantasies about women like Mrs. Carson. It's as common as breathing. Lots of those guys are actually around one or more of the women they fantasize about. I suspect that some of those women realize that, and some of them might even tease the guys a little, just to string them along. After all, when a woman reaches that age, she's probably intimately aware that there are tons of twenty-somethings out there who look younger and sexier than she. He walked through the churchyard, his head pounding as if he had spent an hour in an enclosed space with Captain Shouty. He let himself into the peaceful vicarage with some relief. Then his heart plummeted as he perceived his drawing-room door was open, indicating that someone had called while he was in church.Pasting on a somewhat weary smile, he glanced into the room, expecting a parishioner in need, but no one was there. Puzzled, he entered the threshold and glancing around, his eye fell on.