She reached into her bag, pulled out a bandana and began to dab at her wounds, wincing at the sharp pain. This task she performed with one hand, never... letting go of the handlebars of her bike. By this time her hands were shaking and it was difficult keeping her grip. “Do you need to go to the emergency room? I’ll take you,” came the voice of a young man. As he moved closer, their eyes met and there was a moment of recognition. “Rosanna, right?” Leander Collins asked. “Leander, right?” Rosanna. You know, can't take the horse out of the boy . . . ." Emma gave a small smile. "I always think the carriages look so . . . different. From another time. I see you drive by, you know, from my apartment. At Christmas, especially, when you all have the top hats and old-fashioned coats, I can almost believe we're in Dickens' London or something." "That's a nice image." Luke winked. "But I can't do a cockney accent, and I think that's required." Emma laughed. "I bet you could do it." " Ere,. .I have always...,” she slowly said, “No...it's too embarrassing!” “C'mon! You have thought of something. I know. It's just me that you're talking to here,” he chided. Kimberly sat for a moment, as if weighing her options. “Promise you won't laugh or think I'm a freak?” she asked, not able to look him in the face. “Of course not!” Johnathon answered. Sitting back in her chair, she stared at a point just beyond his shoulder. It was these times that she felt an attraction to her friend. He was. She was wet and he pulled her panties down. He innocently kissed her pussy and Namratha let out a louder moan. She couldn’t take it anymore. She wanted him inside her. She asked him to fuck her. He took of his underwear.She was surprised with the size of his dick. He pushed it inside her in one firm motion and Namratha screamed softly. She hadn’t felt something like this for years. He was completely inside her.They were looking in each other eyes and kissing and he started moving in and out of.