I held my breath and in the compacted silence around me, I heard a soft sigh directly behind me. Not the kind of short, bored sigh, but a longing one,...or something akin to such a sound. Her fingers were soft and daring as they wrapped around the hand that had just emerged from my pocket. I froze, my lungs failing to allow me to breathe, as Rose stepped around me and let go of my hand. I stared at her as she came into view, her eyes reeling me in. "I know, I knew from how you looked at me. Ruth put her face in his chest and tried very hard not to cry. It wouldn't do to cry and mess up her makeup.She was supposed to be the hard street hooker, toughened by the hard rough life on the mean streets of the city. But his words and his kindness were more than she expected.She didn't speak; she didn't have the words, and she didn't want her faltering voice to give her emotions away. But he expected some kind of response and when he didn't get it, he lifted her face from it's hiding space. I took it and kissed her palm feeling terrible for her, that she’d gotten involved with that son of a bitch. ‘I’m so sorry,’ I told her in a whisper. She clung to me suddenly, but I didn’t let myself get overwhelmed by how amazing it felt to have her in my arms. Right now, she needed comfort. ‘It’s not your fault… I’m just glad I’m with you now, and not with him…’ She spent several minutes seeking comfort that I gladly gave, til she managed to calm down and she pulled back from me a little bit.. She raised her knees and spread her legs in anticipation of my intrusion, and the promise of satisfaction and release. I felt her delicate fingers below fishing for my dick, which she found and slipped it into her open, moist cavity.Immediately, we started to fuck immensely hard for a good ten-to-fifteen minutes. Her flailing legs and feet wantonly administered some kicks to my naked back while we embraced tightly as if trying to bury ourselves into each other’s bodies. Minutes later, I felt.