Steve tucked his cock back into his briefs and took a few deep breaths, letting the hardness subside a little. These were the first moments he’d had... to himself almost since the girl had walked into the backyard that afternoon. Now it was just beginning to get dark outside.Mandi’s phone, which was on the coffee table, dinged with an incoming message. Steve could see his daughter’s name in the notification bubble. As curious as this made him, he didn’t try to pick up the girl’s phone to look at. . . in a darkened room . . . in the basement of an after-school recreation center.And . . . And, I was letting him! I stayed still and wanted him to keep fucking me. It was as if my mouth was a pussy and like I was his girl. He was having sex in my mouth like other men did it in girl’s pussies. It felt good. His hardness. Feeling the sexual need that throbbed in his shaft. It was adult sex and it made me feel adult. An adult was having sex with me and I was giving him pleasure like other men. ” She waved at us and headed up the street.Jenny came over and hugged me and asked, “What are you doing here?”“I just came down to see if you had time to get something to eat, and I brought you something.” Jenny took my hand, and we crossed the street and went into the diner and sat in a booth.Trudy approached our booth with a pad in hand and gave me the same ‘you’re a dirtbag’ look she gave me the last time I was here with Jenny as she asked, “What can I get you this time?”Jenny looked up at. We whiz past a station and I glance up to see him continue to devour her neck and throat more urgently. When he pulls away, I can see dark patches where he has left his mark on her skin, claiming his prey. She turns toward him and returns the favour, moving her body around so she is sitting, straddled on his lap and facing him, her hands grasping his shoulders. It is his turn to close his eyes and he leans back with his head resting on the top of the seat. We are nearing one of my scheduled.