Cathy showed up in my kitchen while I was preparing breakfast."At least neither of us is in jail," were her first words."Not yet." You did a good thin...g. Don't forget it." I know. Still she was right. We should have asked permission." The hell we should! She'd never have given it." Then maybe we should leave her be." If a person was drowning, and they couldn't yell for help, wouldn't you still throw them a life preserver?" A little overly-dramatic, don't you think?" No. She's going down for the. What happened to my little girl?"Sandra sighed. "Your little girl grew up. I'm not going to be naive and sweet. In this world you have to be tough and a bitch to get what you want." Goodnight Sandy. I hope you have fun." Her mother responded walking upstairs disappointed in her daughter.Sandra drove over to Stacey's house where she'd pick up her friends. It was almost eleven that night and she knew the club would be overcrowded by the time they arrived. Sandra's friends looked just as radiant. As he held it there with a death grip on my head and his fingers digging into my scalp, I could feel his cock pulsating deep in my throat as he deposited multiple spurts of cum directly into my stomach. When he came, so did I and as I felt the sticky semen coating the inside of my jeans, I was wondering how would I ever be able to explain this to my wife. After he stopped cumming, Stan's cock quickly returned to it's normal size. He let go of my head and withdrew his cock from my throat making. Then he wrapped her wet hair in a towel, picked her up and carried her out to a bedroom, laid her on a soft bed and pulled the covers over her, telling her to rest as long as she wanted. When he started to back away, she whimpered and pleaded, ‘Please don’t leave me alone!’ while reaching for him like a child afraid of the dark. Jonathan’s heart beat painfully in his chest. He’d never felt so protective of anyone before in his life, but his desire for her was just as strong. He was torn… he.