Even that was relative with the thoughts churning around their heads.Duncan was embarrassed at being tongue tied. Try as he could there didn't seem to...be a thing he could do about it.Helen couldn't imagine how she got so flustered.The ten minute journey drug out forever.She hadn't seen Duncan since that last view in her rearview mirror as she turned the corner out of Ritzville. He had looked so beautiful, so strong brave and wise; so lonely. It was a wonder she hadn't turned around and gone. She had long dark brown hair, legs that had no end, the cutest little arse I have seen in a long time and a face that instantly got my perverted cock hard. She had little make up on which was a good thing, her natural cuteness and innocence shon through. I perved on her for the who trip then we went our seperate ways... but in my mind I thought of an alternative senario....We were the only 2 to get off at my station. It was after rush hour so it was quite quiet, and with autumn coming in it was. It wasn't like I thought I really had a chance with her but if there was a lingering chance somewhere it just took the road out of Blitheringville."So I guess that means you like me?" she asked with an impish smile.I didn't want to play the game of trying to figure out what she thought. I first considered saying "no" and ending this conversation, but then I contemplated that maybe her comment suggested that a "chance" just drove back into Blithering Heights."I like your pussy," I said. "I mean. Deshalb fanden seine Augen auch sofort beim Blick aus dem Fenster das mit Saellederhäuten bespannt war, den Flecken beweglichen Lichts der nicht in dieses Nachtbild passte. Saels waren eine Sorte grosser Süsswasserseefische deren Haut bei entsprechender Bearbeitung glasklar wurde. In dieser Gegend wurden diese Fische viel gefangen und so kam es das die Fenster der meisten Häuser hier durchsichtige Lederscheiben hatten.Jedenfalls sah Andranak das sich eine Lichtquelle die Strasse auf das Dorf zu.