As I helped her with her casting, she would shift her weight from one leg to the other. While she did this, she continually rubbed her ass against the...front of my pants. This was getting me rock hard, though I didn’t want her to know that. We finished our fishing and grabbed a bite. I learned that she had already had quite a few boyfriends in her meager 22 years. When we finished, we went back to her apartment. She invited me in, which I gleefully accepted. We sat and talked on the sofa,. A frayed slitnear the left rear pocket revealed bright scarlet underpants. From the snugfit of his jeans, it would appear that his legs were going to be as terrificas the rest of him. Long. Lean. Muscular. A swimmer's legs. Or so AKA haddecided. The view from the toilet was surprisingly good. AKA hadjust taken his chances that he would a find a suitable spot from which toobserve those freshmen unlucky enough to have late exams and thus still waitingto start their Christmas break. The stall had. It was more than it deserved."I'll admit that I was overwhelmed when I saw the cops tearing down my street yesterday," she said. "I'm certain that when you found me, hunched over in the seat was when your Papa Bear mentality kicked in. But I'm not a frail waif you've rescued off the street. I just didn't want you to think that you're going to have to go through life slaying dragons and battering down doors on my behalf."I glanced over at her for a moment."I wasn't pouting, if that's what you. Of course, I'd have to press my face between your beautiful, small breasts as I did so, letting my tongue lightly graze up and down your cleavage. As the clasp opened, I'd drag my hands along your skin, lifting your bra off of you, but not until my fingers had completely grazed across your breasts and my fingertips had teased your already stiff nipples. Once your bra was removed, I'd drop to my knees in front of you, inhaling the musky scent of your sex. Softly, I'd slip my fingers inside the.