My Bestie's Dad Popped My Cherry

Leslie 's mom. Surprisingly, Glen maintained a composed aura. He

er face gently and planted a soft kiss on her lips which made her smile. F

eslie ," he gestured towards the

er brows. "I like to think

ightly at both of them. I filled a bowl with water fro

efully pulled the napkin out of my hands. I shot him a g

away from his hand. I finished wiping off the island as quickly as I could

e called out as I stor

off?" Heather's voice faded

sed for some reason I could not fathom. I stomped up

face and I wondered if he was the same with other women. And why had Leslie's mother not reacted ne

oved away from me so effortlessly and gone to kiss her like nothing was amiss was

him? Why hadn't Marcus

ted on me and not cheated

un down my face and I looked like a hobo due to the tears I had cried earlier on. "Fuck!" I gasped, turning on the faucet. I washed my

through the air followed by the sound of a door c

etween my legs. I could feel myself dripping like a leaking

thighs. I allowed my fingers to roam about slowly, my heart beating

was his muscular arms roaming beneath my dress. I could feel his presence and his smell int

u should knock," I told him, finally realizing the reason why I had suddenly perceived his scent and felt his presen

pyjama trousers and his arms were folded across his chest as he stood in the doorw

ing there?" I asked, wanting

g en

to open up and swallow me. At this mo

, he placed me on the countertop. His left hand rested on my knee comfortably and it began to slide up in a pain

ldn't be happenin

gain and moving closer to me. The heat between my legs intens

dropped to a s

could tell. I wanted him so badly but this was wrong. He w

t." His hands slid my underwea

nd my legs clenched together. I rolled my

sked. "What about that little boyfriend of you

issed, slapping