She’s not the first person to ever call you that. Besides, you’re just a humble merchant’s son, and merchants are not known for their fighting p...rowess. A slightly awkward silence falls back over the two of you. You’re exhausted after your ordeal, so you let the rocking of the horse’s trotting send you into a strange half-waking sleep. – You jerk awake and there’s a moment of terror as you feel the world shifting up and down. You grab onto the nearest steady thing you can find and hang on.. Her large pink plastic hoop earrings, matching her lips. The multiple gold and pink bracelets on her right arm knocking together and back and forth with her arm movements. The necklace that looked like a silver string with oversized lime stones scattered around it. It almost looked like some thing from the Flinstons, but was just cute on her. Every thing about her, from her movements, to the constant smile, to the soft feminine voice, the giggle, the flicking of her hair, the flashing of her. Becca was holding her bladder before she came to a stop and rested her knees on her hand, but the constant bouncing of her body made her urine splash uncomfortably against her insides. She had realized about a quarter into her run that there were a lot of people, and continued on unworriedly, thinking they were few and far between. As she came nearer to the middle of her run, she began to realize she should have turned back; the people strolling through the park were always just a little too. He stopped in front of me, bent over on the other side from Karen who was sitting beside me and said "I hope you remembered the condoms you hornier little bastard." I looked at him as he walked away giving me the thumbs up. What the fuck was going on here? Did Karen know that I fucked her on Thanksgiving, or was something else happening. Karen got her mouth next to my ear and said "You know I could take care of that problem your mother is so worried about, that is if you don't think I'm too old.