Roman Wild Epic Desires chapitre Chapitre 2

She looked down. Sure enough, her blouse was soaked through, and it was clinging to her breast. Her breasts are fairly small, and most days she don't bother wearing a bra, although in hindsight she was wearing a white shirt that day and probably should have had one on. she covered herself quickly, looking up at Mr. Lesnar and blushing furiously as she realised what she had just accused him of. "I'm so sorry," she gasped, incredibly embarrassed. "she... oh God, I didn't mean to... I'm so sorry..."

"it's fine," Mr. Lesnar mumbled. "I didn't mean to look, but... well, you're a pretty girl,and

...I..., I'm the one who should be sorry, Ruth."

She didn't say anything for a moment. Truth be told, she was actually kind of flattered, now that she knew Mr. Lesnar wasn't a perverted freak. She looked at him as he stared at the ground, his hands covering the bulge in his pants. He was a very handsome man, and as she stared at him, She began to think of a way to get back at both Kelly and her boyfriend.

She took a step forward. "You shouldn't be sorry, Mr. Lesnar. I'm kind of flattering, actually," She said.

He laughed softly. "I'm Forty, Ruth. Getting hard looking at a twenty year old girl who is my daughter's best friend -- and my best friend's daughter -- isn't a good thing. She can't help it, though. Every time you come over here, I..." he stopped, and shook his head. "God, I shouldn't be telling you that. You already think I'm sick, I shouldn't tell you that."

This was even better, she thought. she looked around the room. Kelly was a normal girl, and her room was fairly messy, but her bed was clear of stuff, and nicely made. she walked over and sat down on it, leaning on her hands and pressing her knees together as she looked at Mr. Lesnar. "I don't mind, Mr. Lesnar. In fact, it kind of helps me."

He continued to stare at the ground. "I don't see how it helps you."

"Well, I've just been cheated on by my boyfriend, and my best friend. I've always thought you were a very good looking man, and well, you obviously would be able to help me... well, get back at them."

He finally looked at her. "I can't," he said. "I mean... you're twenty."

she giggled. "And I'm all wet. How about you help me out of these wet clothes?"

"And it's my daughter... Honey, I'm mad at her, but I can't do that to her," he continued, though she noticed that her comment had made his voice tremble a bit.

"You don't understand what she did to her," she said. "Imagine that someone knew what would hurt you the worst in the world, and then they did it. I know you want to, and right now there's nothing she want more."

He stood, staring at her for a minute, looking conflicted. she bit her lip as he looked at her. "Please, Mr. Lesnar?" she said softly, pleading with him.

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