He really did wish they never had to stop doing this."We're not supposed to be doing this," said Roberta, feeling no guilt at all. "But I can't tell y...ou how happy I am that we are." She sat up, letting his prick dig deep, and her belly rippled as she squeezed him with muscles she had just realized she had control over."I can't believe I'm about to cum again," he gasped.She leaned down, aware that she wasn't protected... that her status as a good Catholic girl was making her vulnerable to the. I couldn't restore her family and friends, and I didn't think I had the right to take away her memories of what had happened to her. I thought, then, if I had seen things unfold correctly, that this would be a stepping stone for her that would have her end up pretty close to where she started.Lisa Antoine was in Hollywood again. She moved there with her boyfriend, a brilliant computer programmer and designer. With no criminal record. I wrestled with letting Brock remember what happened and. No promises but I'll try." I answered "That's all I can ask."Well her virtual dance card started to fill up and she was dating almost every Saturday night. Most of the guys she dated seemed to be ok nice guys. They even came close to almost being good enough for my little angel. This went along just fine until one Saturday night she came home early from her date at nine when her curfew was eleven. Normally we would sit on the couch after her dates and she would tell me how it went. That night. My friend and I met up at four and got straight into drinking. By 7 I was full of enthusiasm and confidence for the night. His girl and her friends took ages to turn up, by that time we’d moved on to vodka. As they walked ahead of us to the bar he pointed out one girl and said that’s a guaranteed pull tonight for you mate if you play it right. From behind I could see she was somewhere between slim and a muffin top, not too bad. Not the best dresser in the world and her hair was a bit drab, but.