It was something about his voice. Something about the tone of his voice. I know deep down he was not playing with me. We talked about many things till...I fell asleep in his arms. I was awoken to a terrifying sound. ISat up as I had awoken from a horrible nightmare. My eyes giving the room a warm sweep. Not seeing anything I walked towards the window. Looking out the window to gaze at the moon. That is when I saw it. Something enormous and black running into the woods under the moon of the night.. You have an accent, light and lilting, almost British but somehow gentler and more musical."Marian." My voice sounds higher, more girlish than normal, and I can feel heat rising in my cheeks as I look at you through lowered eyes, fascinated by more than just your accent. Your hair is pulled back in a long pale braid, and you're taller than me by six inches or more, even in the heels that bring my height up to a whopping five-eight. You huddle inside a battered brown leather jacket and faded. She started moving her hand back and forth just as she had seen me doing moments before. She looked up and asked, "Like this?"I stood there letting the feeling flow through my cock... "Yes, that is just fine"I had stopped trying to urinate and just stood reveling in the feeling that was going through me. It had been so long since someone had touched my cock that I was in heaven. I'm sure that Sandra didn't know what feelings were going through me. Her hand slowly stroking up and down my cock.. At least when she saw us, we were spooning, so I started to turn her around, but before I could, she was glued to my front with her arms around me."You feel so good, and I love the touch of your skin on mine," she whispered as we got even closer.We were in a real bear hug. The feel of her pert breasts flattened out on my chest was exquisite. She also threw one of her legs over mine and pushed up against my groin. Under these conditions, there was not a lot I could do to control junior down.