She had those dark, almost hauntingly almond shaped eyes peeking out from under dark bangs that were typical among Asians. The rest of her black silky...hair splash across her head like a cascading waterfall down to the middle of her back. Her 5'4" frame hosted a curvaceous body that was slim but not gaunt. She was wearing her typical white schoolgirl blouse with a short greenish-blue plaid skirt, white knee-high socks and a pair of black mary-janes.She sat modeling for Adam Johnson, a. Alistair's hand on my ass isn't going to improve my mental state at all. He shrugged and wandered away, as I turned and slithered down the rock, bracing myself between it and its neighbour. I landed upright, possibly even gracefully, and took half a dozen steps across the clearing when I heard rustling behind me, and then a shriek as a hurlock rose from the battlefield, apparently not quite dead. I had spun as soon as I heard the rustling, drawing my daggers almost reflexively. I might turn. For just a few seconds I concentrated on remaining upright, and that was all it took for Mrs. Bell to signal Rebecca.When it passed, I found Rebecca, Mrs. Bell, Colleen, and Mr. Bell surrounding me like mother hens. Their concern was obvious, and I felt ridiculous being cared for like an invalid. "It's Ok," I said. "It was nothing, and it's past now."I'm going to go upstairs and rest for a little while. See you all when you come back upstairs, or in the morning."Rebecca latched onto my arm and. " Which they were and she turned and smiled at me and said thank you. We made our way to the kitchen where I poured us a glass of juice and we both hopped up and sat next to each other on the kitchen counter while we first chatted and caught up with each others holidays. As we chatted I eventually placed my hand onto her firm tone thigh and rubbed my hand up and down her leg. Without noticing my cock grew hard and then Caitlyn said seems you happy to see me as she placed her hand on my shorts.