She felt the hands stroking her sensitively quivering buttocks and drawing her tightly into soft, satiny fleshy loveliness.Again, a brief sensation of... schooled repugnance filtered through her, but she refused to let it grow. Something erotically fascinating... strangely forbidden; yet sensuously beautiful, was happening to her... Whatever it was, she wanted it... wanted it to continue... The cool air which bathed her nakedly aroused body was bringing her tiny, ruby nipples to a rigid hardness,. I had been drinking pretty heavily and so had she. We were both off mingling with the crowd of friends and I had gotten pretty distracted. During this time she had slipped out the upstairs backdoor of the bar onto the fire escape and onto the adjacent roof of the building next door with Tom and George, under the pretenses of smoking a joint (something that always makes her horny) to celebrate the occasion. With the crowd inside and them having a nice secluded spot, I know it couldn't have been. Where Is The Love Chapter One: Runaway!Simon was getting worried, his twelve year old mind churning; thecouple that had fostered him had locked him up in this bedroom threedays ago. They only let him out to do chores around the house andhardly fed him. He sat on the bed in the room and he listened for thefootfalls on the landing outside, this he was beginning to dread as hisfoster father had beaten him yesterday for dropping a plate the bruisesstill smarted. There came a knock on the door as. Our eyes locked, and her face turned a bright crimson. Andrew? Andrew Lake? she said. I didnt answer with my phone this time, I just slowly nodded. The bell rang, jolting both of us from our trance, and the rest of the class gathered their things and headed to lunch. Andrew, could you stay after class please? Mrs. Philips asked, her voice quiet, and soft. I nodded, and we both waited until everyone had left. Once the door had closed she stood, walking over to me and sitting down in the desk in.