"I know you got friends," Charise said, shyly. "Just... wanted to see you, that's all. I was feeling... oh, I don't know, weird... lonely. I feel pret...ty weird these days. I never feel that way when I'm with you." Oh darling..." Laura took her elbow and steered her back in the opposite direction, toward the apartment house. "You are going to come up with me right now and have a cup of tea. I insist. And I want you to tell me all about it. Is everything okay? I mean, does your mother know where. "I like you," Joey said. "I like you a lot but I am not in love with you and I am not about to fall in love with you. I told you last night that it had been more than a year since anyone made love to me and I needed this. I needed someone that I knew would not hurt me to hold me and make love to me. You are the only person I know out here that I feel that I can trust so I threw myself at you last night."I was mildly surprised that I wasn't disappointed that she wasn't in love with me but I knew. How I loved having both my holes invaded and pounded as he would drove his firm cock deep in my demanding pussy. His grunts and moans mixed with my soft cries echoed through the dark room. And with ever thrust his cock would sink deeper and deeper until my body would give way to the violent passion that raged in me. I loved the pain and the sadistic way that Issac would fuck me, I knew that no other man could please me like he could. Mommy had always told me that Issac was the chosen one for. "What is it?" I asked, "a present?" Sort of," she told me, "take a look."I took the object from her, unfolding it to find she had taken the tiny panties off, leaving her naked apart from the see-through nightie. "I don't need those while I am with you," she told me, "now there is nothing stopping you touching me." Jenny, how old are you?" I asked, my hands on her shoulders, "because I am almost fifty." I am nineteen," she bluffed."Jenny, you are seventeen, darling," I told her."So?," she asked,.