He walked me back to my cloths and asked me who’s panties they were. I told them that they were my moms and begged him not to tell her. He asked me ...hy I wore them, and I explained that they turn me on. He told me to put them back on as he wanted to see me hard. I was so scared he was going to tell mom I just done everything he told me. So I put them on and got hard straight away. He came over closer and started to rub my cock asking why I never wore my girl friends panties instead of moms. I. I wondered if she knew how much I was shaking on the inside. I put my hands on her hips and said, “I’m just saying that because it’s true.” We looked at each other for...I don’t know how long. It felt like an hour, and it felt like a split second. Those beautiful hazel eyes were open and full of anticipation, and her lips, still red with raspberry juice, were parted slightly, inviting me. Did she know how her eyes and her mouth made my knees tremble and my heart flip-flop? I dipped down and she. ‘The more you struggle, the tighter they become. If you lay there, they won’t hurt you.’ This psycho really believed that she would lay here without struggling while he raped her, tortured her and killed her. As if her hands and feet were going to do her any good unless she could get free. He expected rationality in a situation like this. Fuck him. And she told him so. He tapped her gently on the nose, acting shocked at the language then he pulled the shirt up and over her head, pulling the. The blue eyes staring into hers never blinked. ‘Your beauty: which did capture my eyes in Agincourt has captured my sleep as well. My desire became the extension of your Knight’s solitude, I shall live these hours in your sweet bosom.’ ‘Those should be the sentiments of a man!’ Cecelia tried with all her might to resist, but for her sake, she was unable to conjure reason, excuse nor denial. Her thoughts swirled in expectation, ‘For both this drink and your words, my curiosity has been captured,.