Instead they parted slightly, sucking in air and breathing it out again. “P-Please…please Phil, I won’t go…I’ll cancel it I swear just please… He was looking at her again, slowing his pace a little to be more gentle, enjoying the feel of her labia massaging his whole length. This time one of himself, on exactly the same night, wrapped up under the covers back at home, the podgy figure of her mum curled up next to him, snoring away. P-Please don’t do that again to me.” Her voice was weak and tears slowly started to roll down her cheeks. He shut the door behind him and hugged her instantly, pressing his toned body against her. They sat in silence for a while and his fingers worked rhythmically through her hair, stroking from root to tip, then starting over again. He lifted the young girl up in his arms as if she were a baby.
