His steel blue eyes roamed her legs and ass as she slowly pushed herself off of the wall. She stood with her back to him, trembling, her hands going ...o the hem of her shirt. Turn around. I want to see you. She took a shuddering breath and fought the tears burning her eyes as she did as he asked. She turned to face him, not looking at him but rather at the floor as she lifted the bottom of her shirt. He reached out and slapped her across the face. Look at me as you take those clothes off,. Fuck me please. All those nights, when I heard you jerk off, i was so close to knocking at your door. It has been too long. I need it. You're driving me crazy every night. FUCK ME. knowing myself, i need to drag this a bit further. I grasp her head, smile and whisper back not yet. We'll get there. I push her away, turn her around, pick my t-shirt and tie it in front of her eyes. Her hands protect her pussy as I push her further out to a place on the roof where our neighbors could potentially. Inside the mountain, Andrea watched the small village east of the Rockies, just past the crumbling conurbation once called the Denver Metropolitan Area.The river flowed from the mountains into the flat, featureless plain. The vegetation near the river was lush, further away grass covered the ground and nothing more, a rolling hill here, a small indentation there, only enough to break the monotony. The village was massive, the wall around it formidable. Two thousand and fifty women, tiny boys,. I’m having a hard time keeping my hands off of you. I just want to touch you, feel you. We’re flirting and kissing at the bar. And I've got a thousand ideas running through my head; things I want to do to you and things I want you to do to me. You and I are sitting at the bar, but turned towards each other. My hands are on your thighs. Your hands are on my arms. I keep noticing a woman behind you. She’s sitting by herself at the bar and she’s been stealing glances at us through the mirror.