She’s getting married to that guy who is her manager. She didn’t want to tell me personally, I guess. So, all those dreams that we had for our fut...ure are gone, Gramma.”“Oh no!” Gramma said, her face contorted in despair. “I never thought she would do that. She could not tell you? What is the matter with that girl? Oh, Nicholas, I am so sorry. You must be devastated.”I nodded and sighed. “I had hoped we might have a future, but I can see I was wrong. This has to be the lowest I’ve felt in a long. I pulled into the lot and took a final look at myself in the rear view mirror. I got out, making sure I had my purse. I’d offered to pay for lunch, and I meant it. I walked up to the door, still very early, and saw Andrew standing there waiting for me. He was wearing jeans and a blue polo-style shirt with black work boots. It was a total contrast to the tuxedo, but he still looked great. ‘Hi,’ he said, smiling. ‘You’re early.’ ‘So are you.’ ‘Yeah well, you know, I got out of work and there. Daddy, meet Hugh Watson. He's a law student from Brisbane." Hugh breathed a sigh of relief. She wasn't calling the cops, by the sound of it. Bloody little snob."Pleased to meet you, Mr. Spender," Hugh said, putting on his best wide smile and twinkling eye. "Jenny and I were pleased to look after your daughter, though she'd be pretty safe around these parts." Turning to Linda he said, "If you ever get lost again you know where to find us. Or you could always go to a police station," he added,. That's what she wants. It's what you've learned is the only way to get her off. Even with this intensity you know it's not going to be enough. Not for her. You keep slamming your hardness into her until you feel yourself getting too close. No, this won't do, Not today. You abruptly pull it out. When she starts to protest you slap her tits, one after the other. As your cock, still fully hard, wags freely now you flip you fingertips against her cunt lips and clit, hiding her piteous mewls of pain.