I felt her hands sliding down my back. Then came the rocking.With a gentle rhythm, she began rocking her hips against me, using her hands on my back t... pull me tighter as she rocked back. The friction on my crotch was an amazing feeling, as if she knew exactly how to rub me the right way. I finally came up for air between her tits, thankful that the water was on her back and not in my face.It was all I could do to catch my breath as I stared up at her chin, panting and moaning. I started to. The picture was complete and I could feel that I could pull it from out of my mind. "Constructus!" I said and felt the pressure as it picture vanished and the real object appeared in front of us, although I had pictured a tent just like the one I had, it was the size of a marquee! I quickly went to a corner and fired the piton into the ground. Gerald was watching and understood what I was trying to do as he went to another corner and did the same, hearing the shot as the piton entered the rock.. She would feel guilty about it and stop and worry that what was happening was wrong. Days turned to weeks with out much change in Sarah's life until one day she managed to land her first job. It was at a local grocery store near her home. She would go there after school and help in the store, packing shelves or working on the check out. Sarah didn't know this herself and unfortunately boys her age didn't see it either, but older men always noticed her. To a grown man, she looked so fresh and. At length, she began to breathe and carefully held out her hand. The man was the same one who had been coming to her practices and watching her. She was sure he was the same one. Finally, she found her voice.“Uhhm ... it is nice to meet you, Sir,” she managed with an unsteady gasp.“Very nice to meet you too, Kirsten,” he smiled. “Please sit.”She did, carefully, her eyes fixed on this man who she had worried about for some time. Who was he and what did he want?”“Mr. Millhouse is the local scout.