I don’t have any interest in young girls either, but there you are, if you write you might understand the thought process.I honestly thought I was i... with a chance, but that shows just how wrong first impressions can be. But then I was wrong about almost everything around this time, so much so that looking back I wonder just how I had survived the previous fifty odd years. I guess you’ll want an explanation of that.Me, well I’m what I guess you’d call a bit of a nerd, I mean I was before anyone. She called out to him, begging him to return, to extinguish the fire that had started at her breasts and now crawled methodically through her, seizing her cunt with raging urgency. Her cries echoed through the room, unanswered. She cried out louder, slim legs now shifting to one side, then the other in a futile attempt at relief or freedom. The cord around her wrists tightened and held. Helpless and alone under the intense light, she felt as though she might suffocate in it's heat, a heat that. My bodyshook with desire as her scent wafted to my nostrils. She wore no perfume, allI could smell was the strawberry scent of her shampoo, the slight fragrance ofthe Dove soap she washed with, and her. The sweat, themusky aroma of her excitement, combined and wafted into my nostrils, excitingme more. I was always turned on by scent, something that she definitely tookadvantage of for the first time. I was quiveringwith excitement, my shoulders and arms shaking violently with the need to holdher. "Stop that, you bastards!" shouted Brit, but thesoldiers just laughed, and one groped at the crotch of Brit's jeans. He stopped when the officer appeared.The truck had stopped in the inner courtyard or patio ofa substantial stone and concrete building complex. Thegates to the entry were closed, so the women had no ideawhat lay without. The officer led them into a sort ofoffice and removed the handcuffs. "You can't just arrest us for no reason. What'sthe charge?" said Lisa. The.