I could now see clearly that her upper thighs were bare and no longer were there panties. She grinned at me with her impish grin that she knew made me...so excited, so hot. We were still on the ramp when she whispered, 'touch me'. There had been no effort to pull her dress down after getting into the Vette and it was obvious where she wanted my hand. Laying my hand on her inner thigh she wiggled and squirmed in the seat kicking off her shoes so one foot could rest on the dash giving me full. -who are you to teach me how to treat you…?-His question ended up with pushing me backwards very powerfully. I was thrown back and my head hit the wall.As I broke into tears, I I sat on the floor. He came to me, held my neck somewhat tightly and turned my head upwards. I held his hand, pleading,-Omar…please leave me…--shut up!-He seemed very angry. He was scarier than ever as well. I tightly closed my eyes. He shouted at me again.-look at me when I am speaking!-I opened my eyes again, but not. That was when I caught sight of my overnightbag and this jolted me into action. ?I?d better see what she packed forme,' I thought. I picked up the bag, dumped it on the bed and opened itto examine the contents. I removed my clothes from the bag and laidthem out on the bed to allow me to assess what my mum had decided wouldbe suitable wardrobe for a weekend in Edinburgh.As I ran my eyes over her selection I had to admit that she had got itpretty spot-on. She?d packed my good shirt, my good. It was a good job I'd knocked one out that afternoon because if I'd had a loaded weapon I suspect it'd have gone off in my pants.As it was, her eyes lit up at the sight of my tented shorts and she beckoned me over to the bed."Fuck off mate will you?" said Stu, "give us a minute?" No Stu," she said firmly. "You might as well fuck off if that's the best you can do!" She was pointing at the full condom hanging from the flaccid penis he was trying to stuff back into his fly. He shook his head,.