The hand kneading my ass began to slowly work somefingertips between my smooth, cool cheeks."Wait...don't," I heard the girl in the mirror quietly gas... in protest asthe fingers explored deeper, until they rested against her soft opening."No, please stop," she pleaded again in a panting whisper to no one.She tried to squirm away from the probing touch, but those strong handsallowed no escape. Those hands.MY hands.Her curvy, feminine body tried to wriggle out of my grasp, but I heldon. I. The house was dark and Emily’s car was not there. I thought that was odd as I carried my bag inside and unpacked. Where would she be that time of night?I decided to forgo my surprise. I called her on her cell. She picked up on the third ring.“Hello?” she mumbled. She sounded groggy.“Hey, Em! It’s me. I thought I’d call and see how things are going,” I lied.“Everything is fine, but it is well after midnight, Ron, and I was sleeping,” she responded. “I will be at the airport at six tomorrow to. While Corec waited for them, he turned back to Sarette. “How bad is the storm tomorrow going to be? Will we be able to keep traveling?”“At least for the next day or two. I’m not sure what will happen after that.”“When will it start?”“Around noon, I think. I’ll know better tomorrow.”The former red-eyes gathered in a rough semblance of a line, Cenric at one end, and Des and Arnol at the other. Nobody had told the other red-eyes what the scars burned into the two men’s foreheads meant, but they. Twenty something, I guess. His long dark hair, and lithe, muscular body called to me and I came. I don't know how we quickly moved to his apartment, but we did. I just remember that he was lying on the bed, his shirt off and his taught muscles rippling. "Jana," he said, "take off your clothes, I want to see you." It wasn't tentative, it wasn't a question, it wasn't a choice. I responded, removing my jeans and t-shirt and standing in front of him in a thong and bra. A man I had just met..