I took this down to the fact that im a recluse among people i dont know very well,absolutely shit at flirting and generally unpopular as a person.but ...back to the story.For every teenage guy there is just this one girl who you cant stop thinking about,talking about or picturing what they looked like topless(the very thought of the last one never fails to give me a woody).for me that girl is Sandra,she is in the year below mine and absolutely stunning,she has silky light brown hair that i had. The first two men fell from their horses choking in their own blood. The last three turned quickly and leaned forward over the neck of their horses as they ran. Throwing spikes hit two men in the spine and they slid off their running horses. The last man was looking back when his horse stumble and threw him. I turned and walked to my bow, he was running after his horse when the arrow took him in the back.I looked around and moved to the men with my throwing spikes in them. I did not bother with. She hears me say."I did not tell you to leave" She turns and approaches the table her eyes question me, I wouldn't have the nerve to talk to her like that, I say nothing else but watch as her face changes from one of outrage to questioning as her own body, starts to betray her. She stands at the table waiting. ,She shifts more from foot to foot she looks over at you questioning.then to the table and asks . "Will there be anything else Sir" I look up at her then at you and point to. As I moved around I discovered that I had a great view up under her pull over and right at that hairy pussy, needless to say my cock was starting to grow. Laying on my back and think what to do and taking in the view, I asked Barbra if she had a flashlight. As she went to get it I pulled my loose fitting shorts to the side allowing my now growing dick to be expose if I moved around slightly.By now you could look straight up my shorts and see the head of my growing dick poke out the bottom of my.