He could feel the texture of her walls, and each time she moaned and squirmed he felt her tighten up. He pushed his finger against one side of her pus...y, and slowly stroked it all the way back. She squealed in pleasure as her legs began to kick again."DADDY I'M GOING TO PEE!" She cried out once more."Such a good little girl~" He comforted her, knowing she was close to an orgasm.He cupped her breast with one hand, leaving his finger inside her. Slowly he leaned down, looking her in the eyes."I. I instinctively rested a hand on her hip, squeezing gently as she pulled away and continued down the alley the way we'd been going before our little pit stop.The walk to my building was filled with laughter and stories of new years past. I found out her name was Jasmine. Her parents were paying for her studies here but lived overseas. She enjoyed school but found herself unable to resist the nightlife. Turns out I wasn't the first stranger she'd gone home with on New Year's Eve, but reassured. She'd chosen to wear a simple tank top and nice tight skirt that was suitably short. The bottom of her lime green g-string just peeked out with every step. The cheap plastic platform heels she always favored clicked and clacked along to the tempo of her mincing steps. Half her right arm was taken up by a sleeve she'd had done by one of the best local tattoo parlors. Leaves, vines and all manner of birds wound their way from right elbow to shoulder. A stylish faux diamond Monroe piercing graced. She offered us a choice of spinach lasagna or chicken and rice. We had one of each, the chicken staying with me and the lasagna passing to Lana. Soon afterwards Kelly came by and offered us another drink. And finally we were alone in the crowded plane once more.Lana saw me only picking at the dry fowl and crunchy rice while she ate the lasagna. She let this go on for a few minutes before asking what was wrong."Nothing. It's stupid." Then tell me so you can eat." Um ... It's just ... You don't.