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Baby Sitting was different that night

Date: 10/2/2017, Categories: Fiction, Hardcore, Male Male/Teen Female, Masturbation, Young, Author: DaSpark, Rating: 75, Source: sexstories.com

leave it I will, I will be yours alone." The thirst said, "I love you so much, please understand, sex and love can be separated." I just started to cry again. I wasn't the mess I had been the day before and I worked hard to absorb my tears with napkins to save my makeup. I didn't return the text. I couldn't, because I couldn't love him again. I couldn't ignore it or condone it. He was a lost soul and I wold try to save his soul, but I would never be his woman again. I was alone and it hurt. I tried watching a number of channels on the Jenkin's souped up entertainment system. But it was no use. Every 30 seconds my mind returned to that moment I found out and how it felt to have my life cave in. It was all I could do to keep the tears away until Ron got home. I tried to seem bright and sunny, but I didn't fool Mr. Jenkins. "What is it?" "Nothing I am just tired. I should head home." "Nonsense, tell me what is wrong." "I really don't think--" "Come here." He extended his arms and pulled me up and I stood and looked up at him. Yep, up, he was 6 foot three. He took me over to the table and sat me down. He grabbed two beers out of the fridge and grabbed two mugs and poured them. He sat it down in front of me. "Oh no I don't drink. That makes you a loser." "Come now Brandee, I have a successful business, two grown kids and a baby, and I serve on the city council. Do you think I am a loser?" "Well no." "But I drink" Stated Ron. Let's just say before long he had me drinking it ... and then got me to spill the sorted story of debauchery. "Wow. I am sorry you had to deal with that so young Brandee, but believe me, I have had much worse." "I don't believe you" I said. "Well, that is a whole other story, but first I better grab a fresh couple of brews. It was five beers later, a good buzz and we were sitting on the floor in front of the tv. Him Indian style and me on my butt with my legs curled around me. I couldn't believe the stories he had told me. How crazy and disgusting and nasty the world could be. Then he pulled out a joint. I couldn't believe it, but he gave me a speech much like before, how could I call him a loser. So I even took a single puff. Boy that was a wild ride. It was really good pot I found out later but along with the beers I felt very tingly and ended up closing my eyes and humming as I kind of swiveled around. I had never been so intoxicated and was understanding the allure. Mr.. Jenkins put on some cherry blossom festival music and soon I was swaying in rhythm to the tune and felt as warm and relaxed and content as I had in quite some time. It was surprising although oddly not jarring when I felt lips press against mine. The lips were matching my swaying rhythm, and before I knew I I was matching the kiss. My eyes closed, the Japanese music and my high felt like I was in a magical land outside of reality. Before long our tongues were entwined with our kiss. A hand reached, behind me and stopped my sway and held me while the kiss ...