Her right hand moved up my butt and pinched it, I jumped with pain, I had no underwear on, The pinch felt like a needle through my thin shorts.“Ouch... What was that for?’ I asked.“For being so handsome” she said.“What?” I said, as I felt both her hands move behind my neck, The kiss came as a surprise as I was in the middle of saying something, Her tongue forced it’s way into my mouth and pinned down my own protesting tongue, Her hand’s ran through my hair as she kissed me, I was so surprised. It’s almost like dozen dusty hands are fondling her at once all over, and she is not complaining.But this is not the place to show off your bum or your boobs, Matilda realises.Noises and spice aroma envelop her. Matilda blends into the shades of the bazaar away from the sun and the choking dust. Then she sees what she is looking for: a little dark store selling burka, the tent dress that Muslim women wear to hide their bodies from their men.The old woman seller is puzzled when Matilda points to. I hoped, now that we were acquainted, that she’d sit with me. That would help pass the time, having a pretty girl with me, even if she was just a kid. Maybe this won’t be that bad, I thought.She wolfed her burger down, and an order of fries. She ate enough ketchup to float a battleship. I think she was hungry.“How long you been at the station?” I asked.“Two days,” she said. “My uncle had to bring me up Tuesday, then go back to work.”Shit. That was a long time, for a little kid.“You eat anything. Only the next one was of her in a pinup pose, looking over her shoulder, and wearing only high heels and a thong. You could see the side of her breast capped by a hard nipple, and her hips and ass were full and prominent, and as she looked at it she slipped her hand back into her bikini bottom and began stroking her inflamed vulva once again.The next page was a full frontal sketch, and she had to admit that she looked gorgeous. But it was obvious that while Davey had sketched her face to a.