.."Marissa wanted to cry out or slap him or something. She was falling for him.A part of her wanted to know if he was worth it. If his unspoken promis...es would be delivered. If he felt the same way. She needed to hear the words.Yet, the other part of her knew that he would catch her. He had treated her too well and his actions spoke louder than any words that could come out of his mouth.Marissa's life was about certainty. She desired clarity. Order. Alan brought confusion to her life.. I summoned the last of my strength and slid my back down against the wall, thinking to duck out from under his arms, but he was so fast. He'd always been so fast. His right hand came up between my legs, and I realized my mistake in squatting to get away had left me open to his touch. I was paralyzed as I felt his fingers caress the outside of my pussy lips slowly, teasing me, letting loose a flood between my legs. All I could do was moan as I felt him move so that one of his knees spread my. Or like this…She flips over as a nipple jostles out.Or I could do this.A backstroke. She grew excited seeing his expression, watching his eyes glaze all over her body. Not to mention that pringles can in his pocket.Look, I can even get my tan this way!She lays on her belly and does the splits. Her shoelace gets swallowed up. He is starting to lose his cool. He can’t help but scratch his groin a bit.I can even do yoga!She flips her legs above her head, aiming her pussy at his face.I’ll have to. Some people figured I was a half breed, but I didn't think of myself that way. I was a Gardner. I pulled Gerardo and Lupe up in front of Miguelito's shack. He was the head man on the reservation, and his little tar paper shack was nicer than most, but it still wasn't fit to house chickens in.Miguelito came outside after he had heard the commotion going on around him. His people were hungry, and yet he was still a proud man. He stayed in his shack most of the time so that he wouldn't have to see.