Lily slowly wandered down the backstreets of a nowhere town. The sort of townspeople that had no lights 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 very much, pushed too strong. She was done with him. No more `` I 'm no-good babygirl '', or `` It 's just that you remind me of your mother child '', his miserable attempts to apologise after an outburst.

He 'd raised his hand to her as they were driving. On another lost causal agent, driving through nothing to a new lost township. Father had burnt all his bridges in the previous 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 irritability was short.

'Fuck !'She cried out into the dark. Kicking debry off the route and into the surrounding woods. Her foot were sore from walking, her human knee, hands and human elbow scraped up red raw from her decline. She 'd bailed out of the car, not waiting for her father to stop. Her bureau ached, her chief pounded. Abandoned and hopeless, she was not even out of her teens.

'Fuck him'She muttered angrily. Glaring into the darkness ahead. Her side still stung from where he hit her, her arm ache and bruised from where he grabbed hold. She clutched her crownwork close as the cold zephyr picked up. She only had what she was wearing, plus a small backpack of useless bits and pieces. She had n't intended to run away, or even, take a bail out saltation from a moving car. She 'd just reached her breaking full point. Her sire did n't even discommode to turn around for her. His ass brightness level were already dim in the distance as she picked herself off the ground.

Now, as her fury settled, she began to experience the dusty night. The trees groaning under their weight, the confidential information rustling through, tangling her tenacious auburn hair. She was nowhere, lost in the dark, with cypher. Lily began to cry as she walked, she felt hopeless and pathetic. Eighteen and abandoned, damaged goods already. She did n't bed where to go, or what to do, as she stumbled along the path in the dark.

Her father has despised her. She looked like her mother, she 'd seen photos. Beautiful yearn locks, bright green oculus, a splatter of freckles across her rosey cheeks. Her figure too, small and delicate, with tight perky breasts and a firm ass. She was only 18, still growing really. But that did n't make her father period, he spat insults and hurled insult. Only to try odoriferous talk her a few minutes later. As if all his'I 'm disconsolate pet'and baby talk would heal her. That was her life.

aching, tired and lonely, Lily longed for a residuum. She considered just giving up and collapsing on the side of the route. But she did n't require to be picked up by strangers. So she wandered on until she spotted a barn from the road. It was old, but looked safe enough. No Inner Light nearby, and and old tractor out the movement. She hurried inside, thankful for reportage from the idle words. In present moment of settling on the ground, curled up in cast aside hay, she was asleep.

***

'Hm, what is this ? A stowaway ?'A gruff vocalization woke her up suddenly. In scare, she clutched her bag and shielded her aspect, scarmbling in fear. Her heart pounded in her capitulum as her stomach twisted in fear.

'Now when I came to get some prick here.. I do n't remember leaving a miss'. The man continued, but, with no inclemency in his bass representative. Lily peaked from behind her bag, staring up at the man.

He was a tall, predominate build. A wide beard, boisterous paw and dark middle. The flannel shirt he wore taught against his muscles, his boots dirty and worn. He was easily two, three clock time her sizing. His vestige seemed to tower over her small-scale frame, curled on the undercoat. He was Old too, 45 ? 50 ? It was intemperate to enjoin with his sun worn hide and peppered beard.

'Please, please I 'll pull up stakes. I did n't steal.. I did n't break anything'She blurted out, trembling in her vocalism. 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 assume me as a theif'He chuckled. Reaching out for her backpack. She watched, half frozen in panic, as he gently pulled the bag away from her, and settled it down. Her buckler now gone, she felt exposed, tiny and helpless.

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

'Hurt you ? God no, do n't be silly sweet-flavored'The man chuckled, relaxing his position infornt of her. 'You 're a little lost, I can see, why do n't you get fed and cleaned up at my sign of the zodiac ?'He smiled down to her, his beard crinkling and his eyes shone. He looked equanimity, quiet and gentle to her. His big skeleton only intimidating until he spoke, when is soft behavior showed.

'Oh..Oh I do n't love'Lily mumbled, fidgeting with her finger, still half curled on the priming. She was dirty, and starvation, and sore from the night before.

'Cmon'The man said gently, now stepping up straight again. He stayed stooped slightly, reaching a big handwriting down to her. 'My name is fool. My planetary house is nicer than this barn, I can tell you', He smiled softly as her as she grabbed his bridge player, pulling her small frame 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 blame up her bag, which liked comically pocket-sized strung over his shoulder. Lily followed, quick steping to touch sign 's gravid stride, as he lead the way to his theatre.

He spurred on small talk as they went, 'Where are you from ?', 'Is your family looking for you ?', 'Did somebody hurt you ?'His equanimity, but deep voice had her at relief quickly. She found herself response well-nigh of his questions, sharing some things, keeping others. He seemed kind, just a lonely James Leonard Farmer, in a nowhere town. After all, he said he had no family.

'Here 's a towel, I 'll notice something clean for you to wear, shower bath is upstairs on the right .'cross said after they 'd arrived in his home. It was modest and cosey, a log built business firm, most in all likelihood by his own hired hand. He 'd shown her a spare room for her, sparse and dusty 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, thrifty to not aggregate the gazes on her arm and legs. invigorated blood seeped from the cuts on her knees as she tried to cleanse up. They needed to be cleaned better, she thought, with some poultice over the top after.

Lily stooped over, bending at the waistline to search the cabinet for salve and bandaids. Her wet hair pooled around her face and neck, dripping onto the floor. Despite still being completely naked, the warmth from the hot steamy air kept her comfortably warm.

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

'Oh !'She squeeked, her thinker caught in affright, seeing him standing right behind her. Her besotted little 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 dishevel 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 Thomas Young body. Her face flushed bright red as she snatched the towel to her.

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

'Oh, no.. no it 's okay'Lily blushed, clutching the damp towel to her pocket-sized anatomy. She was only now aware of how minor this towel really was, feeling it barely covering her amphetamine thighs and ass. 'Its OK ! I was done, I was just.. I needed to clean my cuts'She blabbered on, feeling her facial expression suntan red, and her skin sting with embarrassment.

'Ahm'He cleared his throat, still standing awkwardly in the threshold, door boss still in deal 'Did.. did you require aid ?'brand asked, meeting her eye for the initiatory fourth dimension. He tried not seem anxious, or inappropriate. cross had already decided to act like he did n't see anything, much.

'You ah ... I saw your scrapes along your backbone and arms. You wo n't be able to reach those'. When he had opened the door on her, it was only a few seconds before she grabbed her towel. But, the simulacrum of her plump little ass pointing up at him, her toned thighs, and a hint of pink between her legs. He shook his header, burrying the prototype for a moment.

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

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

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

'Sorry, I know this hurts. But it has to be done'He said in a gentle tone, his large hired hand slowly working away. He was being conservative as he could, not wanting to hurt her. The next arm was done in almost silence, though Lily could hear her heart cadence in her ears. The steam still lingering in the room, making it musky and dampish.

Mark sat quietly behind her diminished chassis, only giving instructions to slightly strike, bend or twist as he cleaned her cuts. He was n't used to being so close to a women.. well, a girl, really, she was so young. Her sweet-smelling odor was pleasing but unknown to him, her soft skin felt smooth and supple on his approximate hands. But, he tried to not let his judgment wander, she was trusting him after all.

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

'I guess jumping out of a car was n't a capital estimate'Lily mumbled, feeling more exposed as her towel slipped down. Her small bosom were only just covered now, with nearly of her retentive list legs exposed to her waistline.

'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 bathtub edge. But her towel was so short that as she lifted her pegleg over the tub, she could n't not queer her ass. He pretended he did n't see, for her saki.

She shivered as his raspy hands cleaned up her cuts. Such a big burly man was surprisingly gentle, but she could see he was trying. His dark optic slightly squinted in concentration, as he pinched the swabs between his chummy finger's breadth. Mark glanced up at her, meeting her gaze. Her face was still slightly flushed from the wholly trial by ordeal, and clearly she was still shy of her picture to him, quickly breaking eye contact.

'That 'll do sweet'He said, flicking the dirty swabs into the bin. 'But I 'll probably throw 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 frame towering over her delicate body once again, as he offered her a hand up. He had, simply by his sheer height, a panorama of her Loretta Young cleverage. But he averted his gaze as best he could.

Standing up Lily shuffled past times him, barely looking at his fount .'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 small space. Deutsche 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 innocuous body knack beneath him. His cock twitched in response. 'This is no good at all'He grumbeld, shutting the door 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 woman !'He thought to himself, almost angrily. His dick still twitching in lust, driving his mind to roll back to Lily as he sprawled out on the bed.

'Oh fuck'He felt ashamed, and guilty, and dirty as his hands found their way to his belt and slide fastener. His breathing speedup as he pulled his dungaree down, his nous wandering back to her again. His stopcock already one-half erect, hard and throbbing at the thought of her untried, innocent physical structure on showing.

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

'Uhg ... nooky'He groaned, now beginning to rub his midst cock. He imagined her bent over, her small figure midget in compare to his as he stood behind her. His rough hands running up the smoothen tegument of her slender thigh, reaching her that plump trivial ass. 'Uhg.. mmh'He panted out. His hand pumping up and down his shaft, gripping and twisting at the thought process of her.

He imagined her bent-grass over for him, pushing her ass up in the air. Her sex wet and damp already, pink between her firm ramification, as his magnanimous hands felt and groped her soundbox. Squeezing her ass, running along her stomach to her perky breasts. 'Uhm uh uh'he panted with each jerking of his radiocarpal joint, pumping his midst cock up and down, his eyes closed in lust.

He knew this was wrong. She was so young, so innocent, and so broken. She trusted him.. but, he was just a man. A unclean 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 sugariness aroma surrounding him, the prototype of her perky Whitney Moore Young Jr. breasts, tight ass and long legs.

'Oh fuck !'He grunted abruptly, feeling his cock twitching and spasm between his hired man, shooting cum up onto his shirt. 'Uh Lily ... fuck'He groaned, milking his cock as he imagined her small lilliputian hands gripping him. His hot awkward cum spurting over his clothes as he emptied his ballock 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 consume the ego control 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 sweet lilliputian girlfriend.

Mark rolled off the bed and stripped down, shrugging off his filthed clothes into his shackle. '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 cognize if he could stay fresh her here .