.without noticing.The woods are dark...and Chani hears noises in the brush....twigssnapping, branches swaying, the rush of the wind through the trees....er head snaps around as the cry of a hunting bird rips through thewoods. She bites her lips again and twists the bracelet, squeezing iteven tighter as she walks.For the first time since she ran away, she is afraid....."but she is Free!...isn't she?"Rustling noises suddenly emit from the trees to her right.... Chanirushes to the base of a large. Behind a dark wooden counter sat a tiny old man. His face was tanned and lined, he had a grizzled white beard and a few strands of white hair were tucked behind his large fleshy ears. He looked up from behind gold half-rimmed spectacles but said nothing. His eyes were pale blue and bright despite his obvious age. Belinda wondered if he might be some elderly relative; left to mind the store while the owner was out.“Are you the owner sir?”He bowed.“Daniel Kaspar Abramowitz at your service. Call. .I'm not mum! Please" she begged, trying to knock some sense into him. Her words were jerky and broken up as he pounded the breath from her body. He let go of her hands above her head to grope at her growing tits, and she seized the opportunity. As his coarse fingers mauled at her soft mounds, she brought her hands down to hit him on the head in one last desperate attempt, trying to force him off of her enough to be able to scramble away, her only thought now to call the police or her mum. His. Slowly, I started sucking, my tongue flicking over her nipple as she moaned softly. I kissed her breasts all over. First one and then the other. Her hand grasped my limp shaft firmly and began running smoothly up and down on it."I don't think I'm ready yet," I told her.She whispered, "I want to feel your great big cock filling me up. I want you and I want you now!"Then I looked at her as she knelt and could feel my cock being enveloped by the warm wetness of her mouth. She gripped my cock at.