Rats in the walls. It reminds me of a story I read once, but that’s what we figured. An infestation. Sounds dirty, doesn’t it? The mere word gives...me the creepy crawlies: INFESTATION. Whether rats or roaches, it’s never a good word. The kids started up with stories about little men. Kenny even said he saw one. Kathy heard them whispering under her bed. You know, typical kid stuff. They didn’t say if the little men were elves or leprechauns or gnomes or fairies or what. They just called them. You are my one and only wench though. Now, enough talking. Let’s get on with this.’ Climbing down out of the coach, he reaches up to help me down. Gathering his cloak tightly in front of myself I slowly exit the vehicle. Glancing around at the other conveyances I notice that my Uncle’s coach is here as well. When I step onto the ground William loosens my hands from the cloak, and picks me up, pressing me against the side of the coach. As he lowers his mouth to mine he whispers that yes, he. ”Now he looks really happy with himself, “So, you and me go for little walk?"I answer “But what about before-” And before I can finish my sentence, he grabs my hands and says “Come! I’ve dreamed about having beautiful German girl like you show me her town.”I can feel his big hairy hand hold my small white hand as we walk around town.I don’t wanna leave with this man, but at the same time I feel a bit bad for this poor refugee, I mean he probably don’t know are customs so the least I can do is. Rachel seemed to sense my mood, and after dinner, she sat on the couch and stared at the TV. She didn't even look at me when I sat down beside her. After about 5 minutes, she looked over. I smiled at her. Without a word, she reached over and unbuckled my belt. She tugged my jeans off, and my cock was standing at attention. I hadn't jerked off since the bathroom, so I was aching. She looked at me again as she wrapper her hand around my shaft. I laid back and closed my eyes, savouring the.