"Shut up," Carrie responded, as she didn't feel like talking, and James closed his mouth.Carrie had been raised with unusual manners as opposed to the...regular crowd of American children. Her mother had been the basis of all of Carrie's standards throughout her thirteen years, and to Carrie it was a perfectly normal thing to respond to males directly with her honest, undiplomatic emotions of the moment when these inferior beings addressed her. The Femavici School had reinforced this.Since the. ‘Well, if you didn’t look so good, I wouldn’t have to take a moment to take you in.’ Brook was pretty satisfied with that one. Sounded coy and intelligent. ‘Come on in, if you need to change the bathroom is over there, I’m gonna change real quick and we can mosey on down there.’ He strode into his room as Brook took a quick look around. One could say the style was ‘Bachelor Eclectic.’ It was definitely a manly pad. She thought she could fix that. She quickly changed and exited to an ecstatic. The window would have immediately been painted over or otherwise masked. The men folk, being normally inquisitive and male, discovered immediately that unless a man pressed his nose directly against the glass or the light was on in the bathroom he was unnoticeable. It became apparent soon after discovering the window that the drapes to the windows on the backs of those houses were rarely drawn. High fences guarded the townsfolk’s privacy from intrusion giving the inhabitants a strong feeling of. He began rubbing my pussy through my sweats. I was frozen. I didn't move. I didn't resist. My mind was saying "STOP" but my body wanted more. I was so wet that I was afraid I would leak straight through to my sweats. Inside the car there was the sound of the tires rumbling against the pavement as well as the hum of the radio, which seemed to drown out the sound of conversation. Tony continued to slowly rub my pussy through my sweats. His hands were large and strong and it felt so good I didn't.