Her stained rough brown woolen dresshad seen its share of wear, but was still clothing rather than rags. Thelines of her face spoke of occasional hung...r but not starvation, andwhile her breathing was ragged as she approached the tree that the crowhad its roost in, it was the ragged breath of exertion not disease. Thecrow was disappointed that nothing about the girl's appearance hinted atdeath, this girl existed outside of its mystic dominion, and in itsfrustration it fluffed itself up unnoticed. Well I knew that there were two chances I would ever see that money again (Little and None), But I humored her telling her that I would lend it to her if she would allow me to touch her titties. She always declined and said she was NOT THAT kind of girl. I just smiled at her and she left.2 days later I was just getting home when she pulled into my drive way in her boyfriends pick-up truck, I smiled at her and asked "What's up?" She told me she had reconsidered my offer, and she would let me. “You were right, Di. I should have shoved my cock in Christy and we could have creamed her together.” She bit and licked at her dry lips. “I’m sorry I ran.”Diana laid a gentle kiss on Maddi neck, raising the hairs on her supple skin. “What am I going to do with you?” She nibbled and licked. “What am I going to do with--”“--Fuck me.” Maddi cried. “Fuck me proper this time. Fuck me hard. As hard as you’ve fucked anyone.” Maddi’s voice squeaked with a surprised gasp. Diana’s fumbling fingers had. He brushes my hair from my neck and pulls my body into him. Still facing away from him, he presses his lips against the back of my neck. He holds me gently but with his strength I'm unable to wriggle from his arms. His hands start to move over my body, down to my hips. I feel my skirt start to lift. He drops to his knees he peaks beneath my skirt and exposes a bit of my, now very wet, panties. “White cotton panties, of course you wear white cotton panties.” He smirks and slides his fingers.