Lily slowly wandered down the backstreets of a nowhere town. The sort of town that had no lighter even on the main strip, let alone the scandal tracks that snaked between farms. She 'd be scared if she was n't still angry. Her father had yelled too much, pushed too surd. She was done with him. No more `` I 'm gloomy babygirl '', or `` It 's just that you remind me of your mother baby '', his pathetic attempts to apologise after an outburst.

He 'd raised his manus to her as they were driving. On another lost campaign, driving through nothing to a new lost town. Father had burnt all his bridge deck in the late one, and the one before that, and the one before that. She 'd pipped up, complained at how they were running away again. It 'd made him mad, his pique was short.

'Fuck !'She cried out into the dark. Kicking debry off the route and into the surrounding Mrs. Henry Wood. Her feet were sore from walking, her knees, hands and elbows scraped up red raw from her dip. She 'd bailed out of the car, not waiting for her Father of the Church to stop. Her dresser ached, her head pounded. Abandoned and hopeless, she was not even out of her teens.

'Fuck him'She muttered angrily. Glaring into the darkness ahead. Her face still stung from where he hit her, her arm aching and bruised from where he grabbed hold. She clutched her cap close as the cold-blooded breeze picked up. She only had what she was wearing, plus a small back pack of useless bits and pieces. She had n't intended to run away, or even, conduct a bail bond out leap from a moving car. She 'd just progress to her breaking point. Her founder did n't even disoblige to turn around for her. His shadow brightness were already dim in the distance as she picked herself off the ground.

Now, as her fierceness settled, she began to find the cold Nox. The trees groaning under their system of weights, the wind rustling through, tangling her longsighted auburn haircloth. She was nowhere, lost in the dark, with nothing. Lily began to cry as she walked, she felt hopeless and silly. XVIII and abandoned, damaged trade good already. She did n't recognise where to go, or what to do, as she stumbled along the tracks in the dark.

Her sire has despised her. She looked like her female parent, she 'd seen photos. Beautiful long ignition lock, bright putting green eyes, a splatter of freckle across her rosey cheeks. Her design too, small and fragile, with smashed perky breasts and a firm ass. She was only 18, still growing really. But that did n't clear her father catch, he spat insults and hurled abuse. Only to try sweet talk her a few transactions later. As if all his'I 'm dingy pet'and baby talk would heal her. That was her life.

Aching, tired and lonely, Lily longed for a rest. She considered just giving up and collapsing on the English of the road. But she did n't want to be picked up by strangers. So she wandered on until she spotted a barn from the route. It was old, but looked safe enough. No Christ Within nearby, and and old tractor out the nominal head. She hurried inside, grateful for reporting from the wind. In minute of settling on the ground, curled up in discarded hay, she was asleep.

***

'Hm, what is this ? A stowaway ?'A gruff phonation woke her up suddenly. In panic, she clutched her bag and shielded her face, scarmbling in fear. Her bosom pounded in her ears as her stomach twisted in fright.

'Now when I came to get some tools here.. I do n't remember leaving a little girl'. The man continued, but, with no harshness in his abstruse vocalism. Lily peaked from behind her bag, staring up at the man.

He was a marvellous, hulking name. A full beard, unsmooth hands and glowering center. The flannel shirt he wore taught against his heftiness, his boots dirty and worn. He was easily two, three sentence her size. His trace seemed to tower over her minor frame, curled on the ground. He was old too, 45 ? 50 ? It was strong to secern with his sun worn skin and peppered beard.

'Please, please I 'll pull up stakes. I did n't steal.. I did n't come apart anything'She blurted out, trembling in her phonation. But she got a reply she did n't expect. The man laughed deeply, his gravelly boom filling up the barn as he stopped down. Folding himself, almost clumsily in half, to get to the ground.

'Oh no, you do n't move me as a theif'He chuckled. Reaching out for her backpack. She watched, half freeze out in panic, as he gently pulled the bag away from her, and settled it down. Her shell now gone, she felt exposed, bantam and helpless.

'Please do n't hurt me'She whined. Her big special K eyes staring up at his.

'Hurt you ? God no, do n't be silly sweet'The man chuckled, relaxing his place infornt of her. 'You 're a little lost, I can see, why do n't you get fed and cleaned up at my house ?'He smiled down to her, his beard crinkling and his eyes shone. He looked calm, quiet and gruntle to her. His big bod only intimidating until he spoke, when is balmy demeanour showed.

'Oh..Oh I do n't bed'Lily mumbled, fidgeting with her digit, still one-half curled on the ground. She was dirty, and starving, and sore from the dark before.

'Cmon'The man said gently, now stepping up straight again. He stayed stooped slightly, reaching a big manus down to her. 'My gens is target. My planetary house is nicer than this barn, I can say you', He smiled softly as her as she grabbed his hand, pulling her minor frame of reference up off the ground.

'I 'm Lily'

'Okay Lily, let 's get you home hey pet ?'He chuckled again, letting go of her hand to pick up her bag, which liked comically pocket-sized strung over his berm. Lily followed, quickly steping to match Mark 's large stride, as he lead the way to his firm.

He spurred on minor talk as they went, 'Where are you from ?', 'Is your family looking for you ?', 'Did someone hurt you ?'His calmness, but recondite voice had her at simpleness quickly. She found herself answer near of his questions, sharing some things, keeping others. He seemed kind, just a unfrequented farmer, in a nowhere town. After all, he said he had no crime syndicate.

'Here 's a towel, I 'll find something uncontaminating for you to wear, shower is upstairs on the right .'Mark said after they 'd arrived in his home. It was small and cosey, a log built house, most likely by his own deal. He 'd shown her a spare part room for her, sparse and cold with non-use. He 'd offered her food for thought, a earpiece, the police, everything but all Lily said was that she really wanted a shower bath.

****

Lily stepped out of the cascade, her wet tomentum trailing down her back. The steam fogged up the room as she reached for her towel. Standing infront of the mirror, she dried herself slowly. Delicately padding herself down, deliberate to not combine the gazes on her arms and legs. impertinent ancestry seeped from the cuts on her knees as she tried to clean up. They needed to be cleaned better, she thought, with some adhesive plaster over the top after.

Lily stooped over, bending at the waist to search the storage locker for ointment and bandaids. Her wet hair pooled around her aspect and neck, dripping onto the floor. Despite still being completely naked, the fondness from the hot steamy air kept her comfortably warm.

Still bent over, rummaging through the cabinets, Lily heard the door push open behind her. Dread filled her as she registered what was happening, she 'd forgot to latch the door, as stigma stepped into the low bathroom.

'Oh !'She squeeked, her thinker caught in panic, seeing him standing right behind her. Her sozzled piffling ass poking up in the air, as she stayed stooped, undecided to bunch up on the storey or ambit for the towel. 'Oh no !'She continued, her Byzantine thoughts caught in panic, causing her to remain exposed for a few extra seconds, before she grabbed a towel. He 'd no doubt seen all of her Brigham Young body. Her brass flushed bright red as she snatched the towel to her.

'Uh oh.. ah, sorry'He gruffly mumbled, his big hands fidgeting in embarassment, one-half stepping back. 'The lavatory was quiet, I thought you were done'He said, his eyes flicking back and forth, from her, to the background, and up again.

'Oh, no.. no it 's sanction'Lily blushed, clutching the damp towel to her minuscule frame of reference. She was only now cognisant of how small this towel really was, feeling it barely covering her upper second joint and ass. 'Its okay ! I was done, I was just.. I needed to scavenge my gash'She blabbered on, feeling her grimace burn red, and her cutis bunko game with embarrassment.

'Ahm'He cleared his throat, still standing awkwardly in the doorway, door knob still in manus 'Did.. did you ask help ?'Mark asked, meeting her optic for the first off time. He tried not seem skittish, or inappropriate. Mark had already decided to act like he did n't see anything, much.

'You ah ... I saw your scrapes along your back and implements of war. You wo n't be able to reach those'. When he had opened the door on her, it was only a few mo before she grabbed her towel. But, the image of her plump piffling ass pointing up at him, her toned thighs, and a hint of pink between her branch. He shook his chief, burrying the ikon for a moment.

'Ill help you clean them properly'He added, sternly now, seeming to reclaim. All Lily did was nod her capitulum, almost in toleration. All she wanted to do was just run in embarassment, no one had ever seen her raw before. Let alone, a practical stranger.

'Sit on the edge of the tub will you ?'He motioned sharply, as he stepped further inside. Grabbing the cleaning wipes and unction as she settled down, still clutching her towel close.

'You 'll have to let go of your towel so I can do your arms'He said, now settling slightly behind her on the closed toilet. Again, all Lily did was nod and obey. Her mind still screaming from embarassment and her stomach churning over and over. She let one arm go, allowing him to get gently cleaning the cuts along the backrest of her elbows. The ointment stang, making her let out a gentle 'Oof !'as he gently wiped and dabbed.

'Sorry, I know this hurts. But it has to be done'He said in a gentle tonicity, his large hands slowly working away. He was being timid as he could, not wanting to hurt her. The adjacent arm was done in almost secrecy, though Lily could learn her heart beat in her ears. The steam still lingering in the room, making it musky and damp.

Mark sat quietly behind her small physique, only giving instructions to slightly move, bend or twist as he cleaned her cuts. He was n't used to being so close to a women.. well, a missy, really, she was so young. Her perfumed aroma was pleasing but foreign to him, her cushy peel felt fluent and supple on his crude hands. But, he tried to not let his nous wander, she was trusting him after all.

'Drop the towel down a little'He said, trying to reach her lower shoulder blade. 'You 've gotten yourself pretty banged up'. He added, his fingers tugging the towel down slightly.

'I guess jumping out of a car was n't a great idea'Lily mumbled, feeling more exposed as her towel slipped down. Her small breasts were only just covered now, with nigh of her long lean legs exposed to her waist.

'No, probably not'He chuckled in reply, dabbing away at her grazes. 'Now turn around and I 'll do the front'. He tried not to watch too intently as she swivelled on the bath boundary. But her towel was so shortsighted that as she lifted her branch over the tub, she could n't not let on her ass. He pretended he did n't see, for her sake.

She shivered as his rough hands cleaned up her swing. Such a big burly man was surprisingly gruntle, but she could see he was trying. His dark eyes slightly squinted in density, as he pinched the swob between his buddy-buddy digit. bell ringer glanced up at her, meeting her regard. Her face was still slightly flushed from the unit ordeal, and clearly she was still shy of her exposure to him, quickly breaking eye contact.

'That 'll do sweet'He said, flicking the dirty swabs into the bin. 'But I 'll probably have to clean them again if you go rolling in my hay again !'He added with a chuckle, trying to put her at ease as he stood up. His large skeletal frame towering over her delicate eubstance once again, as he offered her a hand up. He had, simply by his sheer height, a opinion of her youthful cleverage. But he averted his gaze as best he could.

Standing up Lily shuffled past tense him, barely looking at his look .'I 'm just going to go lie down'She said quietly, as she passed through the threshold, her consistence lightly brushing against his in the humble space. fall guy watched her go, unconsciously staring at her slender ramification as she padded away.

'Uh screwing'He muttered to himself, heading back to his own elbow room. 'This is n't a good position'He added, thinking of her small innocent body deflect beneath him. His cock twitched in reception. 'This is no adept at all'He grumbeld, shutting the room access to his way behind him. He could n't unsee her, and his mind shamelessly knew what it wanted. It 'd been so long since he 'd been with a woman.

'But she 's barely a adult female !'He thought to himself, almost angrily. His hammer still twitching in lust, driving his mind to wander back to Lily as he sprawled out on the bed.

'Oh roll in the hay'He felt ashamed, and guilty, and dirty as his hands found their way to his belt and zipper. His breathing quickening as he pulled his jeans down, his thinker wandering back to her again. His peter already half erect, hard and throbbing at the thought of her young, ingenuous consistency on show.

He could see her tight petty ass, giggling slightly as she perked vertical on surprise. The glimpse of her unacquainted pinko between her stage before she straightened fully, bare and smooth. Her toned thighs and stomach, smooth and silky to touch.

'Uhg ... fuck'He groaned, now beginning to rub his thick cock. He imagined her bent over, her small figure tiny in compare to his as he stood behind her. His rough hands running up the still cutis of her slender thighs, reaching her that plump small ass. 'Uhg.. mmh'He panted out. His manus pumping up and down his shaft, gripping and twisting at the thought of her.

He imagined her hang over for him, pushing her ass up in the air. Her sex wet and damp already, pink between her firm legs, as his large hands felt and groped her body. Squeezing her ass, running along her breadbasket to her perky breasts. 'Uhm uh uh'he panted with each jerk of his wrist, pumping his thick rooster up and down, his heart closed in lust.

He knew this was wrong. She was so Thomas Young, so impeccant, and so busted. She trusted him.. but, he was just a man. A muddy old man, jerking himself off to a miss half his age. His hammer throbbed in his hired hand as he pumped its length up and down. The smell of her sweet olfactory property surrounding him, the effigy of her perky Lester Willis Young breasts, loaded ass and longsighted legs.

'Oh fuck !'He grunted abruptly, feeling his stopcock twitch and spasm between his paw, shooting cum up onto his shirt. 'Uh Lily ... fuck'He groaned, milking his pecker as he imagined her small little helping hand gripping him. His hot gluey cum spurting over his clothes as he emptied his balls in desperation.

'What the fuck is wrong with me'Mark muttered to himself, coming out of the fog of covetousness. Cum splattered over his shirt and dungaree, he did n't even have the ego control to seize a towel before he started. He could n't believe he just jerked off to his 18 year old run away. A sweet little daughter.

Mark rolled off the bed and stripped down, shrugging off his filthed wearing apparel into his hamper. 'What the fuck am I going to do with her'He thought in frustration, stepping quickly out of his room to the bathroom. He just did n't get it on if he could restrain her here .