Paris shivered with disgust as his hand wrapped tightly around her throat. His eyes peered deeply into hers as she felt each of his fingers begin to w...thdraw, curling them into a fist, until his index finger alone, was left pushing into her throat.His fingernail suddenly felt more sharp than before, as it pressed firmly against the soft skin of her neck. Paris was almost afraid to speak, but her anger began to take over."Listen, you son of a bitch! You're not going to do shit to me, or this. Naturally i always dreamt of seeing what a girl’s body looked like under her dress. Other than peeks of buttocks and pussies of small girls in kindergarten, i had never really seen a naked girl till then. I would always dream that one day a girl would like me let me explore her body and let me hug and cuddle her to my hearts delight.While in class 6th i developed crushes on a few girls in my class and some in my neighborhood that i used to play with. I was a shy boy and never dared to talk or. I go into the bathroom and strip down to take a shower, oh but I couldn't help but stop and stare and my beautiful brown hair, light brown eyes, my d cup breasts with my lightly tanned skin, soft round ass perfect and I loved my beautiful body. I admired myself for a bit then went to take my shower, as the warm water hit my tanned skin I felt so sexy and fought I won't use a fowl and just go to my bedroom.I get out of my shower and walk naked and dripping wet to the bedroom and start looking. Much of life can be dependent on luck, coincidence, or just call it chance. But the following week my business of buying, finding and providing old films and books took me to the local annual book fair.After about fifteen minutes of viewing the bigger stalls I started drifting to the older books. A place where bargains can often be found. I was reaching for a copy of Edgar Alan Poe stories, hoping it might be an early edition, when a fine female hand picked up a book near my target. I glanced.