She's wearing a brown t-shirt, denim jeans, white sneakers, and a pair of sunglasses on the top of her head. After she pays the fare she starts walkin... down the aisle. As I observe her from my peripheral view I notice she decides to take the empty seat right next to me, this puzzles me. I'm not a very good-looking guy, I'm borderline average, I radiate NO sex appeal whatsoever. And the fact that there are empty seats everywhere perplexes me even more! I genuinely cannot come up with any. “You ever have a man fuck you like that? Own you in that way?”“Never. The only man I trust with my body in that way is forbidden, off limits.”His torn expression said it all: lust, sadness, frustration, and temptation. He seemed completely split between gorging himself on her and running away. A full minute passed with nothing spoken between them as he eagerly watched her fuck herself; she was absolutely drenched and the slippery, wet sounds of her fingering her cunt echoed throughout the. He rose instead. The dead of winter was not the time for that. He had other things to do this day, other rituals to perform. Mike found himself closing his eyes again."I still love you."With a sigh, he turned back towards the road.A woman was standing beside a strange car, looking at him.Mike straightened, making sure his knit hat was on somewhat presentably. The car was pulled up behind his on the narrow, somewhat plowed cemetery road. It was something sporty, not really what you'd want for. He was shy and very unassuming. In some ways Sharifa was reminded of her first meeting with Nicola. Sharifa thought he was quite handsome, though she doubted he thought he was. It was because he had never shown any interest in her that Sharifa was determined to bed him and set a trap to ensnare him.It was a Friday evening and Sharifa walked into the library carrying a large number of books. This was unusual for her as she was usually accompanied by a bodyguard, one of whom carried anything.