As I talk to her she looks back at me and can see that I'm am serious, and I see in her eyes this is just what she wants. Even the one in charge needs to be taken once in a while. I move around to the side of the house and cant be seen by anyone. I rub down her shoulders and she leans against the house and I grab her ass and massage it. She leans back as if to protest and I push her up against the house, not too hard. I reach up and pull her pants down and am not surprised to see she is not wearing anything under them. She makes a small whimper but i can hear the smile in it, it is a wanting whimper. I pull her back and lean her over further and can no longer resist myself. I get down on my knees and bury my face in between her cheeks, spreading them and reaching down with my tongue taking a lick of her wetness between her lips. I reach down with my tongue and just then she moves and......

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Love...the slowest form of suicide.