Her voice cracked the second she spoke. "Please...who are you? Why am I here? What are you going to do to me?"It was the same questions. Always th...e same questions.Yet even in her parched tones, it was clear to him that her voice was oddly girlish and old at the same time - and it spoke of a tempting strength coursing through her veins. His bare shoulders shook once in an invisible shudder."I am Darian Draconis," he said in a surprisingly even tone. Even warm. "As for your other. She looked at me and asked... Is this what you want? You want a handsome young man feeling my breasts? I was in a trance, paralyzed to a point. I tried to speak but didn't know if I was pissed or excited... I could tell by the reaction in my pants it was mostly excited. She turned around and sat on his lap. She slowly rubbed back and forth and pulled his hands around her to play with her nipples. I was speechless up to this point, she looked at me and said "careful what you wish for " and. It sure seems like you are into doing this sorta stuff . . .” she confessed.“It makes me get really hard. You don’t know it, but I took a few pictures of you before I came up and talked to you at the bus. I am flipping through them right now, while we’re talking.” Holy shit, she thought. Getting hard, means this guy has like a woody and is really excited. I wonder if it’s as long as my Daddy’s she fantasized? She gritted her teeth and said:“So . . . you’re getting pretty excited . . . talking. I want to keep kissing her, I can’t see myself ever tiring of those lips but I need to see more of her. I pull my lips away, as she opens her eyes. I scan my eyes downward to take in her body. She is wearing a tight white top, I can tell she isn’t wearing a bra, her nipples are so hard they are poking through the shirt. She is also wearing a denim skirt, not too long, but not too short. I grab both her hands, and hold them above her head. I caress my hands down her arms, slowly along her body.