" "Isn't that why you're here?" "Maybe I just came in for a beer?" She laughed. "Nobody comes to the Polynesian Lounge for just a beer." "Why do you s...ay that?" "This bar has a reputation." "Really?" "Are you putting me on?" "That would be rude. I don't even know you." "You are putting me on, aren't you. Why don't you try hitting on me?" "Would it do me any good? I'm much older than you are." "It might." "Now you're toying with me." "I'm not toying with you and I'm not a pro either." "I didn't. She would be a prisoner and slave in a stranger’s home. She had lost her faith. She could end all of her suffering if she just leaned over the railing a bit more… Before she could finish her thoughts of suicide, her stomach emptied itself via her mouth. She felt so weak that she couldn’t hold herself upright. She slid down the side of the railing and hung herself over one of the supports. A few moments later, she heard a concerned voice. ‘Miss Starling?’ She saw the stranger walk up to her. She had taken Gretchen to a movie and then out to eat before bringing her home. My father and Gretchen’s father had gone away for the weekend. That way I could spend the night in Gretchen’s bed with her.Of course we went to bed early and I showed her what her mother had taught me about undressing her, giving her an all over body massage, and then oral stimulation that ended with me giving her four orgasms with my mouth and tongue. When I did slip my cock into her I had secretly cum twice while. She rubbed it against her wet pussy for lubrication and lowered herself on it. His head parted her lips and slipped in. Nisi slowly eased herself down, feeling his cock push deeper. She had lost her hymen when she was a gymnast, so she didn’t have to worry about the pain or blood, but she still had to allow her pussy to adjust to the hard dick inside her.She felt Brock slide his hands over her ass and cup her cheeks. He subtlety lifted them and spurred her to begin to ride him. She closed her.