But he just sat there staring, with his hard-on in his hand. Cindy stared back at him as it dawned on her what she had walked into.Cindy was just lear...ing some things about her body. She had recently discovered how good it felt to take her time washing her pussy while taking a shower. Her new nipples were already sensitive to the touch and she could make them big and hard by rubbing them. It felt so good. She had also been wondering about boys lately - specifically, what a real dick looked. They had been arrested and taken to the Questura in Mestre, where they were unable to explain themselves, since none spoke anything but the Kobekistan dialect of Arabic. The police had eventually contacted the Consul, because the official interpreter had been unable to understand more than about one word in four of their dialect of Arabic, but had correctly identified it as Kobekistani. Of course they had no papers so the Consul knew nothing about them. Therefore the police had been told he was. Passion began to wane, and thoughtfulness replaced it. It was Boots who approached things openly first."I know I ain't s'posed to feel this way, but I ain't sorry for a single minute of tonight. I feel like something that was broke inside me got put back together somehow."Millie bestowed a very brief kiss on Boots' cheek. "I'm glad." I ain't never heared of two girls kissin' like that," said Boots."Me either," said Millie."Are you sad about that?" Sad that it happened? No," said Millie. "I. “Just don’t look behind you, keep walking and follow my orders”, he whispered.So we walked through the village and I was relieved that there was nobody who could know me, although the locals probably never noticed something; just a 20 year old boy walking and a man coincidental walking three meters behind him. The man ordered me with the instructions; go right, go left, cross the street etcetera. After fifteen minutes we came to the gates of a forest I knew from long times ago, and the man.