. Jeeesssss!? Quickly grabbing the sports bra, Jessica wads, crams it between the girl’s lips, stuffing it in her throat. ?Don’t need to listen ...o that crap!? Jessica frowns, giving another push of the material. ?Okay!? Beth nods, still gripping, pinching the girl’s breasts. ?But, you’re going to be hearing a whole lot more from her when we get her there in a few minutes!? Reaching in her pocket, snapping a capsule between her thumb and forefinger, she whiffs it under the girl’s. It was covered in black leather and surprisingly rather small. So this, the rider as I assumed, did exist. And, least of all, had touched me. I knew I was dead, yet surprisingly sat peaceful. Through the trees the moon broke, soft and pale at first; then, striking something silver behind me, it immediately threw light all about. Not bright, just dim. Enough to see as though it was twilight. A black boot, high up the wearer’s thigh, stepped onto the log I sat on to my right. It breathed, a long. He begins talking about what he would do if he was here. I'm already turned on and the husky tone in my voice has made that quite clear. I need to feel his touch. We talk a little more while I sit on my bed. This man has no idea what he's doing to my head. I fantasize about him every waking hour of the day. When he's not here it's torture. I find my fingers wandering to ease the tension of wanting him. But the need for him is so strong my fingers only make it worse. I feel my self getting to a. (He knows I used to work fixing electronics)Me:(Seeing his TV was on from where I was) Uh yeah sure ill get my stuff and be right round.At this point I stepped inside and got straight into the black nylon (silky) underwear he mentioned. Put my regular clothes on over the top, grabbed my tools and went round. I knocked on the door and he invited me in. As soon as I stepped into the living room and put my stuff down, he turned to me and said if I really didn't want P to know what I got up to id.