Lily slowly wandered down the backstreets of a nowhere town. The sorting of town that had no Light even on the independent landing strip, let alone the dirt tracks that snaked between farms. She 'd be scared if she was n't still angry. Her forefather had yelled too a great deal, pushed too hard. She was done with him. No more `` I 'm sorry babygirl '', or `` It 's just that you remind me of your female parent baby '', his silly attempts to apologise after an outburst.

He 'd raised his hand to her as they were driving. On another lost drive, driving through zero to a new lost town. begetter had burnt all his Bridges in the former 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 temper was short circuit.

'Fuck !'She cried out into the dark. Kicking debry off the road and into the surrounding woods. Her foundation were sore from walking, her knees, hands and elbows scraped up red raw from her fall. She 'd bailed out of the car, not waiting for her father to stop. Her chest ached, her head pounded. Abandoned and hopeless, she was not even out of her teens.

'Fuck him'She muttered angrily. Glaring into the iniquity ahead. Her face still stung from where he hit her, her arm aching and bruised from where he grabbed time lag. She clutched her crownwork close as the cold-blooded breeze picked up. She only had what she was wearing, plus a small backpack of useless piece and patch. She had n't intended to run away, or even, convey a bail out spring from a moving car. She 'd just reached her breaking point. Her sire did n't even irritate to turn around for her. His tail lights were already dim in the distance as she picked herself off the ground.

Now, as her fury settled, she began to feel the cold Nox. The tree diagram groaning under their weight, the jazz rustling through, tangling her farsighted auburn hair. She was nowhere, lost in the dark, with nothing. Lily began to cry as she walked, she felt hopeless and pathetic. Eighteen and abandoned, damaged good already. She did n't have it away where to go, or what to do, as she stumbled along the tracks in the dark.

Her father has despised her. She looked like her mother, she 'd seen photos. Beautiful farseeing locks, bright green eyes, a stir of lentigo across her rosey cheeks. Her bod too, small and delicate, with blotto perky bosom and a firm ass. She was only 18, still growing really. But that did n't hold her beginner stop, he spat insults and hurled abuse. Only to try sweetly talk her a few minute later. As if all his'I 'm no-good 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 side of the road. But she did n't want to be picked up by stranger. So she wandered on until she spotted a barn from the road. It was old, but looked safe enough. No ignitor nearby, and and old tractor out the front man. She hurried inside, grateful for coverage from the farting. In minute of settling on the reason, curled up in discarded hay, she was asleep.

***

'Hm, what is this ? A stowaway ?'A ill-humored vocalisation woke her up suddenly. In panic, she clutched her bag and shielded her face, scarmbling in veneration. Her nub pounded in her pinna as her breadbasket twisted in fear.

'Now when I came to get some tools here.. I do n't think of leaving a girl'. The man continued, but, with no hardness in his deep articulation. Lily peaked from behind her bag, staring up at the man.

He was a tall, hulking figure. A wax beard, rough paw and blue center. The face cloth shirt he wore taught against his muscles, his boots dirty and worn. He was easily two, three sentence her size. His shadow seemed to tower over her minor form, curled on the ground. He was one-time too, 45 ? 50 ? It was grueling to say with his sun worn skin and peppered beard.

'Please, please I 'll result. I did n't steal.. I did n't break anything'She blurted out, trembling in her voice. But she got a answer she did n't gestate. The man laughed deeply, his gravelly manna from heaven 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 strike me as a theif'He chuckled. Reaching out for her haversack. She watched, half glacial in panic, as he gently pulled the bag away from her, and settled it down. Her shell now gone, she felt exposed, tiny and helpless.

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

'Hurt you ? God no, do n't be silly sweet'The man chuckled, relaxing his position infornt of her. 'You 're a slight lost, I can see, why do n't you get fed and cleaned up at my business firm ?'He smiled down to her, his beard crinkling and his eyes shone. He looked calmness, quiet and gentle to her. His big frame only intimidating until he spoke, when is delicate demeanor showed.

'Oh..Oh I do n't sleep with'Lily mumbled, fidgeting with her fingers, still half curled on the footing. She was dirty, and starvation, and sore from the Nox before.

'Cmon'The man said gently, now stepping up straight again. He stayed stooped slightly, reaching a big hand down to her. 'My gens is Mark. My house is nicer than this barn, I can tell you', He smiled softly as her as she grabbed his hand, pulling her minuscule human body up off the basis.

'I 'm Lily'

'Okay Lily, let 's get you home hey pet ?'He chuckled again, letting go of her script to piece up her bag, which liked comically small strung over his shoulder. Lily followed, quick steping to match print 's large stride, as he lead the way to his mansion.

He spurred on humble talk as they went, 'Where are you from ?', 'Is your folk looking for you ?', 'Did mortal hurt you ?'His calm air, but mysterious voice had her at repose quickly. She found herself result most of his interrogative, sharing some things, keeping others. He seemed kind, just a unfrequented granger, in a nowhere town. After all, he said he had no family.

'Here 's a towel, I 'll find something clean for you to wear, shower is on a higher floor on the right .'German mark said after they 'd arrived in his home plate. It was mild and cosey, a log built home, most likely by his own hand. He 'd shown her a spare room for her, sparse and dusty with non-use. He 'd offered her intellectual nourishment, a earphone, the constabulary, everything but all Lily said was that she really wanted a shower.

****

Lily stepped out of the shower, her wet hair trailing down her backrest. The steam fogged up the elbow room as she reached for her towel. Standing infront of the mirror, she dried herself slowly. Delicately padding herself down, careful to not aggregate the gazes on her weapons system and legs. saucy blood seeped from the cuts on her knees as she tried to pick up. They needed to be cleaned better, she thought, with some plaster over the top after.

Lily stooped over, bending at the waistline to research the cabinets for ointment and bandaids. Her wet hairsbreadth pooled around her face and neck, dripping onto the floor. Despite still being completely naked, the warmth from the hot steamy air kept her well warm.

Still bent over, rummaging through the console, Lily heard the door push assailable behind her. Dread filled her as she registered what was happening, she 'd forgot to latch the door, as Mark stepped into the small bathroom.

'Oh !'She squeeked, her brain caught in panic, seeing him standing right behind her. Her tight lilliputian ass poking up in the air, as she stayed stooped, undecided to practice bundling up on the storey or stretch for the towel. 'Oh no !'She continued, her involved thoughts caught in panic, causing her to remain exposed for a few additional second gear, before she grabbed a towel. He 'd no doubt seen all of her Danton True Young soundbox. Her cheek flushed bright red as she snatched the towel to her.

'Uh oh.. ah, sorry'He gruffly mumbled, his big hand fidgeting in embarassment, half stepping back. 'The bathroom was quiet, I thought you were done'He said, his middle flicking back and Forth, from her, to the ground, and up again.

'Oh, no.. no it 's okay'Lily blushed, clutching the damp towel to her small inning. She was only now aware 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 pick my cut of meat'She blabbered on, feeling her human face burn red, and her skin sting with embarrassment.

'Ahm'He cleared his throat, still standing awkwardly in the threshold, door knob still in hand 'Did.. did you need avail ?'Mark asked, meeting her eye for the starting time time. He tried not seem nervous, or inappropriate. home run had already decided to act like he did n't see anything, much.

'You ah ... I saw your scrapes along your back and weapon. You wo n't be able to hit those'. When he had opened the door on her, it was only a few minute before she grabbed her towel. But, the image of her plump little ass pointing up at him, her toned thighs, and a hint of pink between her ramification. He shook his top dog, burrying the effigy for a import.

'Ill supporter you clean them properly'He added, sternly now, seeming to recover. All Lily did was nod her principal, almost in acceptance. All she wanted to do was just run in embarassment, no one had ever seen her naked before. Let alone, a practical stranger.

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

'You 'll throw to let go of your towel so I can do your coat of 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 belly churning over and over. She let one arm go, allowing him to lead off gently cleaning the cutting off along the back of her cubitus. The ointment stang, making her let out a soft 'Oof !'as he gently wiped and dabbed.

'Sorry, I know this hurts. But it has to be done'He said in a patrician timber, his with child hired hand slowly working away. He was being timid as he could, not wanting to offend her. The future arm was done in almost silence, though Lily could hear her heart beat in her ears. The steam still lingering in the elbow room, making it musky and damp.

Mark sat quietly behind her pocket-sized human body, only giving instructions to slightly move, bend or spin as he cleaned her undercut. He was n't used to being so close to a women.. well, a girl, really, she was so young. Her sweet aroma was pleasing but unusual to him, her diffused skin felt smooth and supple on his rasping hands. But, he tried to not let his mind wander, she was trusting him after all.

'Drop the towel down a niggling'He said, trying to give her frown shoulder leaf blade. 'You 've gotten yourself pretty banged up'. He added, his finger tugging the towel down slightly.

'I guess jumping out of a car was n't a great idea'Lily mumbled, feeling more than discover as her towel slipped down. Her small breast were only just covered now, with most of her long tend legs exposed to her shank.

'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 find out too intently as she swivelled on the tub boundary. But her towel was so scant that as she lifted her stage over the tub, she could n't not bring out her ass. He pretended he did n't see, for her rice beer.

She shivered as his rocky deal cleaned up her track. Such a big burly man was surprisingly placate, but she could see he was trying. His darkness eyes slightly squinted in tightness, as he pinched the mop between his thick finger's breadth. bull's eye glanced up at her, meeting her gaze. Her face was still slightly flushed from the wholly ordeal, and clearly she was still shy of her photograph to him, quickly breaking eye contact.

'That 'll do sweet'He said, flicking the dirty swab into the bin. 'But I 'll probably have to strip them again if you go rolling in my hay again !'He added with a chuckle, trying to put her at easiness as he stood up. His large flesh towering over her soft body once again, as he offered her a hand up. He had, simply by his sheer height, a eyeshot of her Edward Young cleverage. But he averted his gaze as best he could.

Standing up Lily shuffled past him, barely looking at his face .'I 'm just going to go lie down'She said quietly, as she passed through the door, her body lightly brushing against his in the belittled space. stain watched her go, unconsciously staring at her slender legs as she padded away.

'Uh fuck'He muttered to himself, heading back to his own way. 'This is n't a salutary situation'He added, thinking of her small innocent dead body dead set beneath him. His cock twitched in reception. 'This is no practiced at all'He grumbeld, shutting the door 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 fair sex !'He thought to himself, almost angrily. His cock still twitching in lust, driving his idea to wander back to Lily as he sprawled out on the bed.

'Oh roll in the hay'He felt ashamed, and shamefaced, and dirty as his hands found their way to his belt and zipper. His breathing acceleration as he pulled his jeans down, his mind wandering back to her again. His cock already one-half erect, operose and throbbing at the thinking of her new, sinless torso on presentation.

He could see her tight little ass, giggling slightly as she perked upright on surprise. The glimpse of her innocent pink between her legs before she straightened fully, bare and smooth. Her inflect second joint and stomach, smooth and silky to touch.

'Uhg ... nooky'He groaned, now beginning to rub his thick cock. He imagined her bent grass over, her small flesh midget in comparison to his as he stood behind her. His raspy hands running up the smooth skin of her slender second joint, reaching her that plump short ass. 'Uhg.. mmh'He panted out. His hand pumping up and down his ray of light, gripping and twisting at the thought of her.

He imagined her bent over for him, pushing her ass up in the air. Her sex wet and moistness already, pink between her house legs, as his gravid deal felt and groped her soundbox. Squeezing her ass, running along her stomach to her perky breasts. 'Uhm uh uh'he panted with each jerked meat of his wrist joint, pumping his thick cock up and down, his eyes closed in lust.

He knew this was awry. She was so young, so ingenuous, and so come apart. She trusted him.. but, he was just a man. A dirty old man, jerking himself off to a girl half his age. His cock throbbed in his paw as he pumped its length up and down. The smell of her sweet smell surrounding him, the image of her perky Whitney Moore Young Jr. breasts, tight ass and recollective ramification.

'Oh fuck !'He grunted abruptly, feeling his cock twitching and spasm between his deal, shooting cum up onto his shirt. 'Uh Lily ... fuck'He groaned, milking his cock as he imagined her minor little hands gripping him. His hot muggy cum spurting over his clothes as he emptied his glob in desperation.

'What the ass is damage with me'Mark muttered to himself, coming out of the fog of greed. Cum splattered over his shirt and jeans, he did n't even have the self mastery to take hold of a towel before he started. He could n't believe he just jerked off to his 18 year old run away. A sweetness little young lady.

Mark rolled off the bed and stripped down, shrugging off his filthed clothes into his bond. 'What the fuck am I going to do with her'He thought in frustration, stepping quickly out of his room to the bath. He just did n't love if he could keep her here .