“I've locked the door.”“I haven't got any.” I started to say but she interrupted me. “We don't need any, I'm on the pill.” She whispered. ...“Oh.” I replied.Christine pushed me towards the bench, as we got close she pulled my shorts down, and I sat on the bench. Christine turned away from me and pulled up he dress, her firm backside looked amazing, she eased back and reached around and grabbed my rock hard cock, she tried to ease down onto me, but as this was our first time without condoms the. . It may have been posted before, but worth a repeat.She spent the first day packing her belongings into boxes, crates and suitcases.On the second day, she had the movers come and collect her things.On the third day, she sat down for the last time at their beautiful dining room table by candle-light, put on some soft background music, and feasted on a pound of shrimp, a jar of caviar and a bottle of spring-water. When she had finished, she went into each and every room and deposited a few. Maybe, just maybe, not all men were potential rapists. Maybe I was not the frightened ten year-old girl who was pawed at by some anonymous man at the Texas State Fair, any more. Christ! We were in line at the Ferris wheel. Ten girls, and he singled out me. It was just a quick grope, you know? But it made me scared. When I get scared, I get defensive. When I get defensive, I wear undergarments that hide what little I have to hide. Thirteen years of hiding may be a bit excessive, I admit. Plus I. Your petite figure and flat belly swinging to the dance tunes make me go crazy. I wanted this sexy Thai chick so bad.”His words were making me wet down under those green shorts and a white panty. I forgot everything and wanted him to rip that stupid costume and fuck me like a beast. He sensed my mood as he saw me from top to bottom again. He came closer and I closed my eyes.The next second I could feel his lips on mine. It was my first liplock and I responded well. We kept kissing each other as.