While lying on the bench she heard a male voice n felt his powerful hands reaching down n caressing her back. Thinking he was the masseuse, Sharon did...'t say anything but felt a strong aching in her loins for the man who was touching her. The man seemed to hesitate for a moment but she soon felt his powerful hands on her back again n she relaxed a little more. She could feel her wetness seeping into the bench as the mysterious gentleman worked his hands further down her back. As his hands. With dark brown hair and in uniform, I must admit that I cut a very sharp figure.When I got off the train in Montreal, my Aunt and my Cousin met me at the station. Lisewas 17 years old then, and I was imeadiatly takem with her, as at 6' 1", I was considered tall, and was used to women who were shorter than me. As tall people seem to reign in our family, she was almost eye to eye with me, and was slim though with a perfect figure, which to me , cried out for attention from the opposite sex. But. Leaning into the open window, you took your first look at the man who'd stopped to help you out, quickly assessing him in a single glance, "tall, long brown hair and eyes, but a friendly smile. Hmmm," you thought as you took him in, you realized that he was doing the same to you.The stranger greeted you first, "Hiya, seemed like you were having a bit of difficulty, so I figured I'd stop, what's the problem?" Why hello, thanks for stoppin', I'm Hadley," you responded in turn, "my car just up 'n. Poking my head around the door I saw Trish preparing breakfast."Morning Trish, need any help?"She looked up and snorted "You're not trying to get into my panties too, are you?" Nope, but I am trying to get into your recipe book though." You're a strange bugger Tony, I heard about your run in with Mr Arsehole last night, thanks for sticking up for me but I can fight my own battles thank you." Just because you knocked him back, doesn't give him the right to bad mouth you. I'd do that for any.