“Havana,” she answered brightly. Then she added, “You going my way?”“Well,” he said slowly, still wondering if this was a trap of some sor..., “I’m so tired, I was planning on pulling into a field entrance soon and catching some sleep. The traffic is crazy tonight and it’s killing my eyes.”He looked up at an oncoming car with its brights lighting up the inside of his car and said, “It’s like they don’t even see me.”“I’d go for that,” the young woman said brightly. “I can sleep in the backseat of. Well now came the real thing I was in the same blanket and was feeling the heat of a nude girl, while sleeping her ass cleek was just a few cms away from my dick my chest was feeling her back, though she was sound a sleep. Thats when i lost it i knew that she was so innocent tha she wont know that i molested her and within secs i removed the towel. I removed my clothes as well and now it was just the two of us in the blanket-nude. I hugged her from behind and my cock was poking her ass she. I know this stuff happened. The others involved, they know it happened. But well, I think it’s better for you just to treat this whole story as the fantasy you’ll undoubtedly believe it to be. We’ll all be happy, then. But hey, even a fantasy needs some factual details though, right? So, here we go again. Let’s do a few of those right now. You know my name. Well, actually, that’s not quite true. Jim Baines? That’s not my real surname, of course. Some of the other names have been altered, too. I. ‘Cassia! Stop it!’ ‘Let me out!’ ‘No!’ The banging began again and Arthur growled, fishing a key from his pocket and pushing the door open. ‘What is wrong with you?’ ‘What do you mean, what’s wrong with me? I’ve been locked in my room for six days! What do you think is wrong with me?’ ‘It was done for your own good.’ ‘My own good? Was sending Peter away for my own good as well?’ Arthur stared at his daughter in confusion. ‘Peter?’ ‘Withers. Peter Withers, our blacksmith.’ ‘Oh.’ Her father.