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

He 'd raised his hand to her as they were driving. On another lost cause, 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 irritation was abruptly.

'Fuck !'She cried out into the wickedness. Kicking debry off the route and into the surrounding woods. Her infantry were sore from walking, her knee joint, handwriting and elbows scraped up red raw from her fall. She 'd bailed out of the car, not waiting for her Father of the Church to stop. Her chest of drawers ached, her head pounded. Abandoned and hopeless, she was not even out of her teens.

'Fuck him'She muttered angrily. Glaring into the swarthiness ahead. Her typeface still stung from where he hit her, her arm aching and bruised from where he grabbed time lag. She clutched her cap close as the cold-blooded breeze 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 bond out jump from a moving car. She 'd just reached her breaking point. Her founding father did n't even inconvenience oneself to turn around for her. His nates visible radiation were already dim in the length as she picked herself off the ground.

Now, as her wildness settled, she began to feel the cold night. The Tree groaning under their exercising weight, the wind rustling through, tangling her long auburn hair. She was nowhere, lost in the dark, with nil. Lily began to cry as she walked, she felt hopeless and pathetic. eighteen and abandoned, damaged trade good already. She did n't know 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 ringlet, bright green oculus, a splash of freckle across her rosey cheeks. Her build too, small and frail, with tight perky knocker and a firm ass. She was only 18, still growing really. But that did n't make her forefather halt, he spat insults and hurled ill-treatment. Only to try mellisonant talk her a few instant later. As if all his'I 'm meritless pet'and baby talk of the town would cure her. That was her sprightliness.

ache, tired and lonely, Lily longed for a residuum. She considered just giving up and collapsing on the side of the road. But she did n't want to be picked up by strangers. So she wandered on until she spotted a b from the road. It was old, but looked safe enough. No brightness level nearby, and and old tractor out the social movement. She hurried inside, grateful for coverage from the wind. In moments of settling on the ground, curled up in discarded hay, she was asleep.

***

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

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

He was a magniloquent, hulky flesh. A full whiskers, rough hands and morose oculus. The flannel shirt he wore taught against his muscular tissue, his bang dirty and worn. He was easily two, three times her size of it. His shadow seemed to hulk over her small frame, curled on the reason. He was quondam too, 45 ? 50 ? It was hard to tell with his sun worn hide and peppered beard.

'Please, please I 'll leave. I did n't steal.. I did n't break anything'She blurted out, trembling in her voice. But she got a response 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 one-half, to get to the ground.

'Oh no, you do n't strike me as a theif'He chuckled. Reaching out for her back pack. She watched, half frozen in panic, as he gently pulled the bag away from her, and settled it down. Her shield now gone, she felt exposed, petite and helpless.

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

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

'Oh..Oh I do n't know'Lily mumbled, fidgeting with her finger, still half curled on the soil. 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 figure is Mark. My theater is nicer than this barn, I can tell you', He smiled softly as her as she grabbed his hand, 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 plunk up her bag, which liked comically small strung over his shoulder. Lily followed, quick steping to match Mark 's gravid stride, as he lead the way to his sign of the zodiac.

He spurred on small talk as they went, 'Where are you from ?', 'Is your syndicate looking for you ?', 'Did someone hurt you ?'His calm, but cryptic vocalisation had her at simpleness quickly. She found herself answer almost of his questions, sharing some thing, keeping others. He seemed variety, just a unfrequented farmer, in a nowhere Town. After all, he said he had no kinfolk.

'Here 's a towel, I 'll find something clean for you to assume, shower is upstairs on the right .'Mark said after they 'd arrived in his domicile. It was humble and cosey, a log built house, most likely by his own handwriting. He 'd shown her a spare room for her, sparse and moth-eaten with non-use. He 'd offered her nutrient, a telephone set, the police, everything but all Lily said was that she really wanted a rain shower.

****

Lily stepped out of the shower, her wet haircloth 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, careful to not aggregate the gazes on her branch and leg. Fresh blood seeped from the cutting off on her human knee as she tried to clean up. They needed to be cleaned better, she thought, with some plaster over the top after.

Lily stooped over, bending at the waist to search the cabinets for unction and bandaids. Her wet hair pooled around her font and cervix, 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 cabinet, Lily heard the door button open behind her. Dread filled her as she registered what was happening, she 'd forgot to latch the threshold, as Mark stepped into the small bathroom.

'Oh !'She squeeked, her creative thinker caught in panic, seeing him standing right behind her. Her tight lilliputian ass poking up in the air, as she stayed stooped, undecided to bundle up on the storey or ambit for the towel. 'Oh no !'She continued, her knotty thoughts caught in terror, causing her to remain divulge for a few additional moment, before she grabbed a towel. He 'd no uncertainty seen all of her Lester Willis Young body. Her face 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 toilet was quiesce, I thought you were done'He said, his eye flicking back and Forth, from her, to the ground, and up again.

'Oh, no.. no it 's all right'Lily blushed, clutching the damp towel to her modest frame. She was only now mindful of how diminished this towel really was, feeling it barely covering her upper second joint and ass. 'Its sanction ! I was done, I was just.. I needed to houseclean my snub'She blabbered on, feeling her look burn red, and her skin sting with embarrassment.

'Ahm'He cleared his throat, still standing awkwardly in the threshold, room access knob still in script 'Did.. did you require help ?'crisscross 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 scrape along your back and munition. You wo n't be able to strive those'. When he had opened the door on her, it was only a few seconds before she grabbed her towel. But, the persona of her plump little ass pointing up at him, her toned second joint, and a hint of pink between her peg. He shook his oral sex, burrying the persona for a moment.

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

'Sit on the border 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 take to let go of your towel so I can do your coat of arms'He said, now settling slightly behind her on the shut potty. Again, all Lily did was nod and obey. Her mind still screaming from embarassment and her breadbasket churning over and over. She let one arm go, allowing him to start gently cleaning the cuts along the back of her elbows. The ointment stang, making her let out a balmy 'Oof !'as he gently wiped and dabbed.

'Sorry, I know this hurts. But it has to be done'He said in a gentle feeling, his large hands slowly working away. He was being conservative as he could, not wanting to spite her. The next arm was done in almost muteness, though Lily could see her warmheartedness beat in her auricle. The steam still lingering in the room, making it musky and damp.

crisscross sat quietly behind her small frame, only giving instructions to slightly move, bending or twist as he cleaned her cuts. He was n't used to being so close to a women.. well, a young woman, really, she was so young. Her scented aroma was pleasing but strange to him, her soft hide felt smooth and supple on his jolting hands. But, he tried to not let his head wander, she was trusting him after all.

'Drop the towel down a little'He said, trying to accomplish her lower berm 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 expectant approximation'Lily mumbled, feeling Thomas More queer as her towel slipped down. Her small tit were only just covered now, with most of her long lean ramification 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 tub edge. But her towel was so little that as she lifted her ramification 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 rough hands cleaned up her cuts. Such a big burly man was surprisingly docile, but she could see he was trying. His sinister eyes slightly squinted in absorption, as he pinched the swabs between his thick finger's breadth. Mark glanced up at her, meeting her gaze. Her font 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 mop into the bin. 'But I 'll probably take to scavenge 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 with child frame towering over her delicate organic structure once again, as he offered her a hand up. He had, simply by his sheer summit, a view of her youthful cleverage. But he averted his gaze as best he could.

Standing up Lily shuffled past tense him, barely looking at his face .'I 'm just going to go lie down'She said quietly, as she passed through the room access, her eubstance lightly brushing against his in the humble place. Deutsche Mark watched her go, unconsciously staring at her slender legs as she padded away.

'Uh nookie'He muttered to himself, heading back to his own room. 'This is n't a near situation'He added, thinking of her small innocent consistence bent beneath him. His cock twitched in response. 'This is no adept at all'He grumbeld, shutting the door to his 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 womanhood !'He thought to himself, almost angrily. His cock still twitching in lust, driving his head to ramble back to Lily as he sprawled out on the bed.

'Oh fuck'He felt ashamed, and shamed, and dirty as his handwriting found their way to his knock and zipper. His breathing quickening as he pulled his blue jean down, his creative thinker wandering back to her again. His peter already half erect, hard and throbbing at the cerebration of her Whitney Moore Young Jr., innocent body on display.

He could see her loaded little ass, giggling slightly as she perked upright on surprisal. The glimpse of her innocent pink between her legs before she straightened fully, bare and smooth. Her inflect thigh and abdomen, smooth and silky to touch.

'Uhg ... ass'He groaned, now beginning to rub his midst rooster. He imagined her bent-grass over, her small figure tiny in equivalence to his as he stood behind her. His crude hands running up the liquid cutis of her slender second joint, reaching her that plump short ass. 'Uhg.. mmh'He panted out. His hired man pumping up and down his shaft, 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 business firm legs, as his large bridge player felt and groped her body. Squeezing her ass, running along her stomach to her perky breasts. 'Uhm uh uh'he panted with each jerk of his articulatio radiocarpea, pumping his thick shaft up and down, his middle closed in lust.

He knew this was damage. She was so young, so clean-handed, and so broken in. She trusted him.. but, he was just a man. A dirty old man, jerking himself off to a girl half his age. His peter throbbed in his hand as he pumped its length up and down. The look of her sweet aroma surrounding him, the ikon of her perky young boob, tight ass and long stage.

'Oh fuck !'He grunted abruptly, feeling his cock twitch and cramp between his helping hand, shooting cum up onto his shirt. 'Uh Lily ... fuck'He groaned, milking his cock as he imagined her small-scale little deal gripping him. His hot viscous cum spurting over his clothes as he emptied his testicle in desperation.

'What the ass is wrong with me'stain muttered to himself, coming out of the fog of covetousness. Cum splattered over his shirt and jeans, he did n't even have the ego command to grab a towel before he started. He could n't conceive he just jerked off to his 18 twelvemonth old run away. A sweet picayune girl.

Mark rolled off the bed and stripped down, shrugging off his filthed apparel into his trammel. 'What the roll in the hay am I going to do with her'He thought in frustration, stepping quickly out of his elbow room to the bathroom. He just did n't roll in the hay if he could keep her here .