She was very good at quivering. I slid the blouse to her shoulders and she shrugged it to the floor.She was like a porcelain doll; perfect pale skin a...nd large dark eyes that were now flashing with pure lust. Her breasts were beautiful, full and perfectly proportioned with upturned and very erect nipples. As I stroked those nipples a little moan escaped her lips. She lifted her hands to my neck but I gently placed them back at her sides. She gave a little nod, indicating that she understood our. I embraced him and could immediately feel a spark of undeniable want filling me. We both lingered in the embrace for probably quite a few seconds too long.“I better go,” John said. Begrudgingly, I let him go.I cried myself to sleep that night. I needed a man in the worst way.The next day, John texted me to make sure I was OK. I assured him I was, even though I wasn’t. I had lost a love that had meant the world to me and I was still hurting. I knew John was still hurting and the last thing. Melody swallowed her mouth suddenly dry. She caught his masculine scent mixed with the sexy cologne he was wearing. The effect was intoxicating. Something she hadn’t felt in a very long time was stirring inside her and she was shocked she had even gone this far. It wasn’t just that she had gotten out of a relationship that spring; Melody hadn’t been with a man in ten years. Her last four lovers had all been women.She led him back inside. The sun had gone down and the last streaks of light. She was bruised, bleeding and crying. I hit my flashers, both the standard and my Red Fire Fighters. I made sure I was far enough off the pavement to exit my car without endangering others or me. I rushed over to the girl and saw that she had been beaten, and probably had some serious injuries. She was conscious, and softly crying and moaning in pain.I called 911 and started taking pictures of the obvious injuries. I also got my First Aid kit out of my car and put pressure bandages on the worst.