It was very dark. The rain still sheeted down in torrents. The bag lady looked around but could see nothing except the one light some way along the ro...d. Producing a small torch, the man led the way along a gravel drive. "It’s only about a hundred and fifty yards to the house," he shouted to make himself heard over the wind and rain. Bag lady now her shivering had ceased from the warmth in the bus, looked fearfully around and wondered if she had done the right thing. In this isolated, dark. He brought his hands around grasping her open shirt. He popped the rest of her buttons as well as the snaps of her vest. Daphne appreciated the assertiveness of the stranger, and displaying her own show of lust as she ripped his shirt buttons. Nuzzling herself into his neck, he pulled her shirt from out of her jeans, and then unbuttoned them. As she stood up he did too and he smoothly rolled her faded Levis off of her. There was nothing between the denim and her soft, smooth, slightly reddened,. Touch me. It feels so amazing and good. I like how you make me feel."As I continued kissing her on the mouth, and touching her naked body, lowering my hands even lower past her small boobs, I grazed her pubic hair. Touched her small patch between her legs. And then moved to her vagina lips. I felt her tremble. And I took my fingers, gently, and entered them inside her small, tight teenage vagina.I leaned up against my step-daughter, touching between her legs. Watching her face. Feeling her. " Once you've succeeded in running off one or two," Sarah said, "it gets easier. I've been fending off the boys for a long time."Katherine's head fell. "I have an even bigger problem. I have to pick a family, and I have no idea what to do. I'm a virgin, Sarah. I'm naturally shy. I dream I've created my own nightmare, picking the wrong boy."Sarah smiled sympathetically. "I'm not going to pick a boy at all." Katherine gave her a quizzical look. "Oh, I need a male. But I realized that I need a dad.