Could he really turn it off that quickly? Once out the front door, he hurried her down the steps and, within seconds, had hailed a cab. Without saying...a word, he hustled her into the back and climbed in after her. Using a minimum of talk, he gave the driver the address of a hotel just a little ways up the street before turning to her and studying her with those impossibly green eyes of his. He stayed silent for a minute before saying anything. ‘Before we go any further, I want you to know that. He was almost hypnotized as he gazed deeply into what great writers had called 'the windows of the soul'. Those same great writers had spent countless words on this subject, words that until that moment Bill had never fully understood. This one look and Bill was lost in those warm liquid, limpid pools of brown. So entranced was he that World War III could have broken out and he would neither have cared nor moved. He was sublimely content. He was at home; in his own very special Garden of. It was quite an experience. The road trip was all about new experiences. Having that many boys all hot for my body was a really nice one. I knew that it was a combination of alcohol and being the only female at the party that did it even so it was flattering. I got back to my campsite after midnight. The bedroll was hard, but I had gotten used to that. It was also empty as hell, which I should have gotten used to by that time. but hadn't.I had felt hands on my still sensitive ass while I danced. The cream felt lovely. Enjoying the relief from the stinging Pippa was not paying attention to the gentle massaging motion of her fingers. She was not thinking of anything erotic or sexual but simply enjoying the respite when out of the blue she tensed, contracted and then spent beautifully soaking her small fingers. “Oh no… no…” Pippa muttered as she pulled up her panties and tights and dressed in her classroom clothes. *** When Pippa didn’t show up in the canteen at lunchtime Sophie went to.