.no..."I whispered, struggling to pull away. He pushed against me even harder.Should I let him touch me, tease me, torment me, here against this wall ...in a deserted parking lot in the middle of the evening? Or should I make him stop and go home to my husband?I really did not have much of a chance to make a decision. The bastard stopped my protests by putting just enough pressure on my clit to please me. My eyes rolled upwards, towards the dark grey sky, and he pulled again in a deep kiss. He. He made his way to the front door and let them in. "Sorry about that ladies, lost track of time there. If you buy a water pipe over sixty bucks I'll throw in a free grinder. Let me know if you see anything you like," Mike, the tattooed clerk, said. "Will do." The air inside the High Roller was thick with incense smoke that was barley covering the smell of marijuana. The walls were covered with posters and shelves upon shelves of glass bongs of all sizes and colors. The floor was cluttered with. I could see her lips, glistening with a moistness and slightly parted. She kept the gusset to her left as I took in the view. I stepped back towards her, she quickly put her spare hand around my head and pulled me in while pushing me down. I knew what she wanted.I knelt down and pressed my face to her pussy. I kissed the outer lips gently, running my tongue around each one. I pressed my tongue against her clitoris and then nibbled at it. She twitched and moaned at the same time. I ran my tongue. ” she said.Mom‘s face softened a little. “He did, didn’t he? Well…all right. The rest of your outfit looks beautiful." She smiled, if a bit half-heartedly. “Let’s hurry now, will we?”Steve had offered to give Cassie a ride, but Cassie preferred to go with Mom. She wore the cranberry-red dress she’d gotten for Christmas, as well as black leggings, Steve’s earrings, and of course the old necklace from Dad (tucked underneath her neckline). She held the plate of too-hot brownies on her lap during.