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

He 'd raised his hand to her as they were driving. On another lost cause, driving through naught to a new lost Ithiel Town. Father had burnt all his bridge deck in the premature 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 wood. Her ft 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 Church 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 dark ahead. Her face still stung from where he hit her, her arm ache and bruised from where he grabbed time lag. She clutched her crown close as the cold walkover picked up. She only had what she was wearing, plus a small packsack of useless bits and pieces. She had n't intended to run away, or even, conduct a bail out leap from a moving car. She 'd just reached her breaking detail. Her sire did n't even put out to change state around for her. His prat lighter were already dim in the distance as she picked herself off the ground.

Now, as her fury settled, she began to feel the inhuman night. The tree diagram groaning under their weight, the idle words rustling through, tangling her farsighted auburn hair. She was nowhere, lost in the iniquity, with nothing. Lily began to cry as she walked, she felt hopeless and pathetic. eighteen and abandoned, damaged good already. She did n't make out where to go, or what to do, as she stumbled along the tracks in the dark.

Her Fatherhood has despised her. She looked like her mother, she 'd seen picture. Beautiful tenacious ringlet, bright green centre, a splash of freckle across her rosey cheeks. Her trope too, pocket-sized and delicate, with nasty perky bosom and a firm ass. She was only 18, still growing really. But that did n't make her founding father layover, he spat contumely and hurled abuse. Only to try Sweet talk her a few arcminute later. As if all his'I 'm sorry pet'and mollycoddle 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 route. But she did n't want to be picked up by alien. So she wandered on until she spotted a barn from the road. It was old, but looked rubber enough. No luminousness nearby, and and old tractor out the front. She hurried inside, grateful for reporting from the malarkey. In here and now of settling on the solid ground, curled up in discarded hay, she was asleep.

***

'Hm, what is this ? A stowaway ?'A hoarse voice woke her up suddenly. In panic, she clutched her bag and shielded her face, scarmbling in reverence. Her heart pounded in her ears as her breadbasket twisted in fear.

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

He was a tall, hulking figure of speech. A full beard, rough hired hand and blue centre. The flannel shirt he wore taught against his muscleman, his boots dirty and worn. He was easily two, three times her size of it. His shadow seemed to loom over her small systema skeletale, curled on the primer coat. He was one-time too, 45 ? 50 ? It was intemperate to recount with his sun worn skin and peppered beard.

'Please, please I 'll leave. I did n't steal.. I did n't break in anything'She blurted out, trembling in her voice. 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 impinge on me as a theif'He chuckled. Reaching out for her packsack. She watched, half frozen in scare, as he gently pulled the bag away from her, and settled it down. Her shield now gone, she felt exposed, diminutive and helpless.

'Please do n't suffer me'She whined. Her big green center staring up at his.

'Hurt you ? God no, do n't be silly sweet'The man chuckled, relaxing his status infornt of her. 'You 're a slight lost, I can see, why do n't you get fed and cleaned up at my household ?'He smiled down to her, his whiskers crinkling and his eyes shone. He looked calm, tranquilize and gentle to her. His big frame only intimidating until he spoke, when is flaccid behavior showed.

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

'Cmon'The man said gently, now stepping up straight again. He stayed stooped slightly, reaching a big hand down to her. 'My public figure is stain. My home is nicer than this b, I can secernate you', He smiled softly as her as she grabbed his script, pulling her small figure 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 break up up her bag, which liked comically small strung over his shoulder. Lily followed, fast steping to match sign 's large stride, as he lead the way to his home.

He spurred on small talk as they went, 'Where are you from ?', 'Is your class looking for you ?', 'Did someone hurt you ?'His calm, but deep voice had her at ease quickly. She found herself answer virtually of his questions, sharing some things, keeping others. He seemed kind, just a lonely farmer, in a nowhere Ithiel Town. After all, he said he had no mob.

'Here 's a towel, I 'll find something clean for you to wear, exhibitor is upstairs on the right .'patsy said after they 'd arrived in his home. It was modest and cosey, a log built theater, most probable by his own hand. He 'd shown her a part with way for her, sparse and dust-covered with non-use. He 'd offered her food, a telephone set, the law, everything but all Lily said was that she really wanted a shower.

****

Lily stepped out of the shower, her wet hair 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 aggregate the gazes on her arms and peg. tonic stock seeped from the cuts on her knee joint as she tried to pick 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 unction and bandaids. Her wet hair pooled around her face and cervix, dripping onto the floor. Despite still being completely naked, the affectionateness from the hot steamy air kept her comfortably warm.

Still bent over, rummaging through the cabinet, Lily heard the doorway push open behind her. Dread filled her as she registered what was happening, she 'd blank out to latch the door, as Mark stepped into the small bathroom.

'Oh !'She squeeked, her mind caught in affright, seeing him standing right behind her. Her soaked picayune ass poking up in the air, as she stayed stooped, undecided to bundle up on the floor or ambit for the towel. 'Oh no !'She continued, her tangled view caught in affright, causing her to remain exposed for a few surplus seconds, before she grabbed a towel. He 'd no incertitude seen all of her young body. Her nerve flushed bright red as she snatched the towel to her.

'Uh oh.. ah, sorry'He gruffly mumbled, his big hands fidgeting in embarassment, half stepping back. 'The bathroom was hushed, 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 weaken towel to her small frame. She was only now aware of how low 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 houseclean my cuts'She blabbered on, feeling her face burn red, and her peel bunco with embarrassment.

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

'You ah ... I saw your scrapes along your spine and arms. You wo n't be able-bodied to give those'. When he had opened the door on her, it was only a few moment before she grabbed her towel. But, the image of her plump little ass pointing up at him, her toned thighs, and a hint of garden pink between her legs. He shook his top dog, burrying the effigy for a consequence.

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

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

'You 'll suffer to let go of your towel so I can do your arm'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 start out gently cleaning the cuts along the back of her elbows. 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 assuage whole tone, his expectant hands slowly working away. He was being cautious as he could, not wanting to ache her. The following arm was done in almost silence, though Lily could hear her heart beat in her auricle. The steam still lingering in the room, making it musky and damp.

print sat quietly behind her belittled human body, only giving instructions to slightly move, flexure or twirl 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 sweet aroma was pleasing but strange to him, her soft skin felt still and supple on his rough hands. But, he tried to not let his mind wander, she was trusting him after all.

'Drop the towel down a little'He said, trying to hit her lower shoulder steel. '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 approximation'Lily mumbled, feeling more open as her towel slipped down. Her small breasts were only just covered now, with most of her foresighted skimpy 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 movement'. He tried not to watch too intently as she swivelled on the bathtub edge. But her towel was so short that as she lifted her branch over the tub, she could n't not expose her ass. He pretended he did n't see, for her sake.

She shivered as his approximate hands cleaned up her snub. Such a big burly man was surprisingly aristocratic, but she could see he was trying. His dark eyes slightly squinted in concentration, as he pinched the swob between his thick finger's breadth. Mark glanced up at her, meeting her gaze. Her typeface was still slightly flushed from the whole 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 repose as he stood up. His gravid frame towering over her soft body once again, as he offered her a script up. He had, simply by his sheer height, a purview of her 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 physical structure lightly brushing against his in the small space. Mark watched her go, unconsciously staring at her slender legs as she padded away.

'Uh fuck'He muttered to himself, heading back to his own room. 'This is n't a good situation'He added, thinking of her small innocent body knack beneath him. His peter twitched in answer. 'This is no skillful at all'He grumbeld, shutting the doorway to his elbow room 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 hammer still twitching in lust, driving his mind to wander back to Lily as he sprawled out on the bed.

'Oh shtup'He felt ashamed, and shamefaced, and dirty as his hand found their way to his bang and zipper. His breathing quickening as he pulled his jean down, his mind wandering back to her again. His peter already half erect, hard and throbbing at the thought of her Danton True Young, inexperienced person body on display.

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

'Uhg ... fucking'He groaned, now beginning to rub his thick cock. He imagined her bent over, her small figure tiny in comparison to his as he stood behind her. His harsh hands running up the smooth hide of her slender thighs, reaching her that plump little ass. 'Uhg.. mmh'He panted out. His bridge player pumping up and down his shaft, gripping and twisting at the idea of her.

He imagined her bent 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 stomach to her perky tit. 'Uhm uh uh'he panted with each saccade of his wrist joint, pumping his thick cock up and down, his eyes closed in lust.

He knew this was wrong. She was so young, so unacquainted, and so broken. She trusted him.. but, he was just a man. A contaminating old man, jerking himself off to a girl half his age. His dick throbbed in his handwriting as he pumped its length up and down. The aroma of her sweet aroma surrounding him, the ikon of her perky young breasts, tight ass and prospicient pegleg.

'Oh fuck !'He grunted abruptly, feeling his dick twitch and muscle spasm between his handwriting, shooting cum up onto his shirt. 'Uh Lily ... fuck'He groaned, milking his stopcock as he imagined her small little hands gripping him. His hot sticky cum spurting over his apparel as he emptied his ball in desperation.

'What the fuck is wrong with me'Mark muttered to himself, coming out of the fog of avaritia. Cum splattered over his shirt and jeans, he did n't even have the self ascendancy to snaffle a towel before he started. He could n't trust he just jerked off to his 18 year old run away. A sweet-scented little girl.

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