Behind me were buildings of normal size, which at first glance seemed abandoned, so I decided to continue walking on the grass instead of searching th...em. After walking forward for a bit I came to a stop, not because I was tired but because there was no more grass. I was standing on a large wall that reached almost twenty-five feet in the air. Since going forward was no longer an option, I turned to my right and walked in that direction. After a good half mile, I found another drop in the. After a sharp curve, the paved side road soon gave way to a broad, well-maintained dirt road, bordered on either side by tall pines. Even at 200 yards, and with a rising cloud of dust from the minivan, it was difficult to remain inconspicuous on the broad, straight, isolated dirt road. He dropped back further.After another half-mile, the van pulled over and stopped. Phelps, driving at moderate speed, had no choice but to keep going. By the time he was even with the van, the passengers all were. Behind me Iheard him laugh and then suddenly I was tackled and landed under him on thefloor. He gripped my hair and forced my head up at the same time as he found mynipple with his fingers. ?Go on bitch, try to fight me, you know you can?t getaway.?? He got off me and pulled me up,my hair feeling like it would come out, and again pushed me away from him. I tried to run for the door, another movehe liked me to try and felt his body slam into me as he pushed me into thedoor. I tried to regain my. My slender friend, however, needs it more than I, after my little joke. My head dips once more between her thighs as I lie flat on my stomach, reaching my arms around the top of her legs, my fingers meeting on her round little mons where the light freckling of her lower abdomen is garnished with short soft red hairs. My thumbs then rest just either side of her clitoris, and I use the lightest of touches with the edge of a nail, first with my left, and then with my right. I can see the corner.