He stood now his eyes on hers, waiting, perhaps for some signal some sign, but she stood silently waiting for the penny to drop and for him to take ch...rge. His fingers all atremble he raised his hand to her jacket buttons his eyes never wavering from hers, knowing by her inaction that this was what she wanted, needed, had desired perhaps, but could not bring herself to take the lead, or be the irresponsible adult. Three big gold coloured buttons and her jacket slid from her shoulders, and he. I held it back and back and back... until one day, I thrust my index finger into my rectum and imagined myself dominated by all those who had flaunted their large male members. Even then, though, my killing thoughts lingered. I swore when I went off to college I would come back and kill him in the evening hours, my trusty green car battering the life out of him as I spun my tires away back to Maryland, awaiting a call that my friend had been killed, by a stranger no less. But I didn't. I stayed. To Trish, it seemed forever until the older woman looked back up. "It's allgood," she said, then glanced at her daughter, "Okay, Trish. This is it!" Theyoung girl felt her nipples harden and her clit tingle as she watched her motherput her signature on the each page. At last, the woman rose, and handed theman the papers. He took them, then handed the third copy back to the woman. "That'syour copy," he said, then he turned to Trish, "We should leave right away...little snuff bunny," he said as. We kiss passionately and everything fades away, your hand drifts down to my ass as I wrap my arms around your neck. You pull my hips against your crotch an I can feel your rock hard cock through your jeans. When we release, a few people are staring, but we don't see them. You grab my hand and my carry on with the other and start leading me away. I follow blindly, trusting where ever you are taking me. We stop at a door to a private restroom. I follow you through the door. When you turn to lock.