Or Britain, if you’ll prefer, my dear. Almost panting, Willow responded;
– Take me. After a short while of caressing, Henry asked her what she wanted now. She was afraid, but her fear was obscenely mixed with anticipation and curiosity. An unfamiliar but distinct warmth and feeling of wetness was spreading in her groin. Like all the cheerleaders. You possess a beauty and an innocence that I can not ignore nor forget. She wasn’t an overly social person. He touched her labia, and seemed to enjoy the feeling of wetness on her cotton panties, and Willow’s excitement increased ten-fold. He drove her on, he plunged and withdrew with frantic speed and power, and Willow screamed out her pleasure. She could clearly hear the sound of someone walking across the yard towards her, but she could not see anyone.
