" "I don’t want my hands, of any sort, on your boyfriend. Have no fear." "Okay." Lara grabbed some water. "Besides, you should want your hands on Br...dy Lang." "Oh, please." Ryan reached in for a soda. "We're friends, ok? We talk. He's a nice guy." "But?" Lara led the way into the living room and they each dropped onto the couch. Ryan stretched her legs, reveling in being free of any casts. "But what?" "There's a but in there, I can tell. He's a nice guy, apparently single. You're single, so. She screamed “No” and frantically beat her hands against the door until they were bloodied, as tears streamed down her face. She heard a distant door closing and the van started driving her away.Pt2Jamie spent the next few hours crying and screaming loudly trying to force the doors without any success before she finally slumped into a corner of the van and sobbed quietly to herself wondering if she would ever see her friends or family again.A few more hours later the van stopped, outside Jamie. As they unloaded, he noticed that her back verandah needed a bit of work. Would she like him to fix it? That would be lovely, if he had the time. When he came back to fix the verandah he thought the window frames could do with a bit of paint, would she like…? And so it went. There always seemed to be yet another reason why he should ‘drop in.’ Ana told herself (many times), that it was just a young man being kind to an old lady, but in her deeper thoughts she hoped it was not true. Like many. He started pumping her faster, taking her mind away from what he had just said. He wanted to plant the seed and let it germinate. He was going to introduce the idea of lesbian incest to Florence step by step.Simone enjoyed Fiona’s young body. She imagined the cocks that had defiled her, the number of sperm that had been shot into the horny young woman that she was about to have her first girl-girl time with. Those times at university hadn’t really counted. She’d gone out, gotten drunk, and.