Taylor and I started narrowing down our guesses as we saw where Dadwas driving. He got on the expressway going north, which eliminatedhalf the places...we'd talked about last night right off the bat. And hewent past the airport exit -- which we hadn't seriously expected --and past downtown and into the northern suburbs; not too surprising,after the initial turn north. We figured we were probably going to somenaturist resort in the mountains north of the city, or maybe to one ofthe big cities. That's why she had been looking around for large, brawny men to fulfill what she thought were her needs. So far she hadn't had any luck finding the right situation on her once a week day off.Then that little bastard who hangs around the kitchen stands up out of the tub and Sarah hadn't had a decent nights sleep since. Tonight was the last straw. Only when he finally left the kitchen did she realize how long she had been washing the same tit. This had to stop. She had to take a look at it again.. I set my bike down on the ground beside the garage, out of the way. Molly held my hand as we walked around to the back door and went in to her house. Her palms were sweaty, and I could feel just the faintest tremor in her hand."We can go upstairs and listen to some music," she said quietly as she led me through the darkened house. We walked down the hall to her room. She opened the door, but didn't turn on the light. Instead, she turned on the light in the closet and closed the door until just. He traced lines up and down my arms and across my thighs. Closer and closer he came to dangerous places, but never there. My breast practically screamed for him to touch them, for him to bite my nipples. I was wet with longing for him, for his strong hands to penetrate me and send me reeling into a sea of pleasure. I had to get up and walk away from his temptations, this man I barely knew was playing my body like a violin. In my naiveté and lack of experience, I had never met a man who could.