I hope you remember my chains and my titties so it would be easy to spot. Try not to bring a ride with you, I will be bringing my car.I said no names,...ut you can call me Sara.It was a 2 hours bus ride from my place.I searched that place floor by floor, table by table. She was not there. I came out of the place wondering what a stupid thing Idid coming here. So I went back in got a beer for myself.I heard that laugh first, then I saw her sit across me and saw the chains and another dress with. .. to me?"I looked into her eyes. She wanted the truth, but I couldn't say that to her. "I would ... ask you out on a date," was my secondary answer. She's not as curvaceous as mom, but she is very alluring."I think there's something you're not telling me Marty. When I get back from this trip with daddy, we need to finish this discussion. You haven't heard how I feel about you, and you need to know. Leave please?"I felt like a rat.At her door, I turned and my eyes caught hers.At dinner that. ” I said, tracing the curve of her mature breasts with my finger, causing shivers and goosebumps to migrate all over her beautiful body. “You certainly are full of surprises. I bet you even have a lovely moan.”My empathic senses nearly caused my dick to explode from the intense burst of desire, followed by a flash of fear. It was like nothing I had ever felt before. I was certain she had enjoyed it as much as I had, so I decided I would let my empathic senses guide me in exploring this new. That night she followed him into the loft again. Good, he thought to himself, good. He felt better with her behind him. They’ll have to go through me first, he thought.The next day, he nailed a board to a tree, and began teaching her how to throw knives. It was made difficult by the fact that he didn’t really know how to do it very well himself, but by afternoon he felt that they’d made pretty good progress. She could stick a knife in the board more often than not, and now she just needed to.