Amanda at the Mall

It's a warm Saturday morning in the fall, and 8-year-old Amanda is furiously pedaling her little pink bicycle along a sidewalk, her braided pigtails flapping in the wind, eager to reach her destination, where she can enjoy her new hobby.

She wears a small t-shirt that exposes her plump little tummy, a short denim skirt, ankle socks and oversize sneakers. Lots of other girls she knows dress up to look sexy for boys, and some of them even wear lipstick and stuff, but Amanda doesn't. She quickly learned that men who like little girls don't seem as interested when she dresses sexy. They get much more excited when she dresses in regular clothes, especially things kids younger than her usually wear.

Amanda parks her bicycle in a rack outside the main entrance to a local shopping mall, then strolls down the crowded main concourse, cutting her eyes to see who's watching. There's always someone. Lots of men like little girls.

She soon finds one. He's about 40 years old, tall, with a moderate belly paunch. He's sitting on a bench with a newspaper, pretending to read, but watching intently as two ten-year-old girls in mini-skirts walk by, chatting and giggling to each other.

It's instantly apparent to Amanda that he's one of the special men. She always chuckles to herself when she overhears her second-grade classmates talking about how "icky" it is when a dirty old man stares at them. Those kids may be prettier and more popular than Amanda, but they have no idea what it really means when a man looks at them that way. Amanda feels smugly superior, because she knows exactly what men like that want to do.

The little girl smirks to herself, sits on a bench on the other side of the concourse, looking around but not making eye contact with the man, idly swinging her short legs to make him notice her. It doesn't take long.

She reaches down to scratch her knee, absently spreading her little legs to show the man a glimpse of her panties. From the corner of her eye, the child notices the man's eyes widen above the newspaper.

She lifts one foot onto the bench and begins re-tying her shoelace, exposing a full view of her panty crotch to the man -- white cotton panties covered with pink hearts, a bit too loose. Trying not to be too obvious, the man stares from beneath hooded eyes. He can almost see one plump vulva lip.

Amanda takes her time, letting the man look beneath her skirt for a long moment, then stands and walks to a kiddie ride nearby, in the shape of a pony. She drops a quarter into the slot and climbs on, her little panties flashing as she lifts her leg.

She giggles happily as the pony bucks to the sound of tinny music, holding its ears in her small fists as she rides. She stops giggling and her expression changes as she begins to hunch herself on the back of the plastic pony undulating between her skinny legs. Her lips part, her eyes glaze over and stare ahead vacantly, her breathing becomes irregular.

Her little feet in the stirrups have lifted her denim skirt, and the motion of the pony has shifted the crotch of her loose panties to one side. Still avoiding eye contact with the man, Amanda shifts slightly to make sure he can see her smooth pussy lips spread open and clasping the back of the plastic pony as it gently bucks beneath her. The little girl's eyes are half closed and she wears a dreamy smile.

A bead of sweat trickles from the temple of the watching man. From the corner of her eye, Amanda can see the obvious bulge in the man's trousers as she pretends to masturbate herself on the plastic pony. She notices a faint damp spot forming at the crotch of the man's trousers, and begins panting quietly to further stimulate the man's obvious lust. The man swallows hard, his nostrils flare, and his hands ball into fists as they grip his newspaper.

The ride stops and the little girl frowns. She digs in both pockets of her denim skirt, finds a dollar, and gazes down at it with a pouty expression. Amanda looks around and pretends to notice the man for the first time. Embarrassed, he blushes and jerks his eyes down, pretending to read the paper. Amanda hops off the pony and scampers across the concourse to stand before him, flashes a childishly gap-toothed grin and points at the dollar.

The man smiles down at the little girl, digs in his pockets and Amanda notices his hands trembling slightly as he gives her four quarters. Amanda fumbles to stuff the coins into her pocket and intentionally drops one, which lands on the floor between the man's shoes. She bends forward to retrieve it, resting her small hand on the man's thigh for balance, making sure her pigtails fall forward to drape across the man's crotch, smirking to herself as she hears him quietly draw in his breath at her touch.

The child straightens to stand between the man's parted legs, but leaves her hand resting on his thigh as she puts away the quarter and thanks him. She bites her lip as she feels the man's trousers gently rippling beneath her hand, the fabric stretching in time to the urgent throbs of his penis. She beams her most childishly innocent expression at him as her hand moves slowly up his thigh. She looks directly up into his eyes as her little fingers curl around the bulging erection and begin slowly kneading and stroking it.

The man's eyes bulge, he slaps the newspaper down to cover his lap and frantically glances around at the throngs of shoppers strolling by just a few feet away. Amanda brings a finger to her pursed lips in a conspiratorial "shhhhhh!" gesture, presses down and begins firmly rolling the man's quivering penis in the warm, slick arousal she knows has probably soaked the man's underwear by now.

The man's eyes cross, he grits his teeth and emits a strangled grunt, completely helpless to prevent the volcanic eruption in his pants. Amanda smirks and giggles as she feels the thing jerking and heaving and gushing torrents of hot sperm into the man's underwear, while he uncontrollably hunches his spurting penis into the child's grasping little fingers.

Amanda continues to fondle and tease the jerking dick in her hand until the frantic spasms subside and the thing lies still and twitching in the man's fouled shorts. His chest heaving wildly, the man just stares at the smug little child with an expression like a stunned elk, his cheeks flushed with shame and terror at the realization that he's just emptied his balls into the teasing fingers of a small child where dozens of passers-by might have seen.

The little girl wipes her slimed hand on his trousers, then points at a department store across the concourse and beckons for the man to follow. The man manages a weak, sheepish smile, hesitates, then follows the child, holding the folded newspaper strategically to conceal the foul evidence of his shame seeping through his pants.

Amanda takes the man's hand and leads him to the children's clothing section, where she stops before a rack of dresses and looks quizzically up at the man, gesturing for him to choose one. He picks out a blue and white checked pinafore dress and holds it up to show her as the child grins up and him and nods.

In another aisle the man points to a pair of tiny black Mary Jane shoes. Farther down he selects a pair of ribbed, white knee socks. Amanda grins and tugs him to a bin of panties beneath a sign that says "Ages 6 to 8." She selects a pair of white panties with a cartoon teddy bear front and rear. She lifts her little skirt and holds the panties up over her existing ones to model for him, gazing up at the man with a shy, innocent expression.

The top of the little girl's head barely reaches the level of the man's navel. His spent dick begins to twitch again as he gazes down at the child, staring lustfully at the knobby knees protruding from her matchstick-thin legs, emphasized by the oversize pink sneakers she wears.

Amanda turns and walks toward a dressing room, motioning for the man to follow with the new clothing. The man glances nervously from side to side, then enters the little room with her. His hand is trembling as he locks the door from inside.

Amanda stands before the mirror, reaches behind her and pretends to fumble with the zipper at the back of her denim skirt, turning to pout at the man for help. He kneels behind her to tug down the little zipper and she turns to face the man as her skirt falls to puddle around her ankles. The man swallows hard, gazing at her protruding, babyfat little tummy and the crotch of her worn panties hanging loosely between pale, skinny thighs.

She stands still for a moment, her hands clasped behind her back. The kneeling man is staring, unable to tear his gaze from her crotch, and Amanda's lips curl into a naughty smile. She quickly covers her smirk with an expression of childish innocence, hands the man her new panties, hooks her thumbs in the waistband and slowly draws the little panties down to expose the smooth V of her sex lips.

The man's eyes widen and the lump in his pants grows larger as the little girl steps out of her panties, drops them on the floor and holds out her stubby arm to take the new panties from the man. She bites her lip in mock concentration as she works to tug the new panties over her shoes, one by one, to give the man a long, salacious look at her puffy little vulva, then wriggles her skinny hips as she slowly draws them up. She pokes her plump tummy at him, cants her slim hips from side to side, then bites her lip and openly smirks at the sweating man.

The kneeling man reaches to draw the little girl to him, clasping her tiny butt with both large hands. The child giggles as he pecks her affectionately on her button nose.

With both hands primly clasped behind her back, Amanda closes her eyes and purses her lips to give the man a chaste, childish kiss on his pursed lips. She draws back to smile at the man with a gap-toothed grin, then closes her eyes, tilts her head back and opens her mouth wide, her little pink tongue lolling and gleaming with saliva. The sweating man plasters his face to the little girl's mouth, plunging his tongue deep. His hand slowly creeps between the child's skinny thighs and he nervously begins to stroke the tiny cleft at the crotch of her panties.

The little girl curls her stubby fingers into the man's hair as he kisses her, pressing her little babyfat tummy into his and spreading her thin legs to let his trembling hands fondle her panty crotch. Amanda's tummy quivers with nasty excitement as the man frantically kisses and fondles her, stroking her wet little tongue with his, whimpering his desperate lust into her mouth.

Encouraged by the brazen little kid, the man slips his fingers beneath her panties. Amanda sighs and swirls her tiny tongue in the man's mouth as she feels his fingers nervously exploring her little private place. It's so nasty and thrilling to let the man touch her like this. Her newfound ability to intensely arouse an adult man makes her feel so smug, and grownup, and sexy.

Amanda knows exactly what the man wants, and the thought makes her involuntarily moisten the man's fingertip with her liquid excitement as he gently feels for the fleshy little hole tucked away between her soft sex lips. It excites her to know how the man wants to use her. But something else excites her more. Grownups do it together all the time. But doing it inside a little kid like her is very, very nasty, and it makes men like this so much more excited, just because she's so small. That's the best part, for Amanda. The men don't just want to use her hole. She knows that touching and feeling her little body gets them just as excited as really DOING it inside her, just because it's so wrong, so forbidden for them even to touch a small child this way.

Amanda breaks the long kiss, backs away and tugs at the man's wrist to extract his grasping hand from between her legs. She smirks at the man, saliva gleaming on her lips and cheeks. Her gaze drops to stare down at the newly inflated erection in his pants, and she extends her arm to point at it, with an expression of mock surprise.

As the sweating man gazes down at her, panting, she reaches down to shyly poke it, tentatively, with one stubby little finger. She feigns a look of childish innocence and wonder as she enfolds the engorged penis into both small hands, her lips pursed into an "ooo" as she gently squeezes to feel the spongy firmness of the man's throbbing sexual organ.

The little 8-year-old bites her lip and looks up shyly at the man for a long moment, then stands on tip-toes to bring her lips to his ear. She cups one hand to her mouth and whispers something in the man's ear as her little hand grasps and squeezes the big thing in his pants.

The man's eyes and mouth pop open in shock and disbelief as he hears what the nasty little second-grader is whispering in his ear.

The little girl pulls away, smirks up at the man and holds up seven fingers, to show him how old she is. Amanda is lying -- her 8th birthday was a few months ago -- but she knows it will make the man even more excited to think that she's 7 years old. She's small for her age, and her careful choice of little kiddie clothing makes her look even younger than that. The man's eyes dim, he swallows hard and nods his head in agreement with the child's proposal.

Amanda shrugs off her t-shirt, steps into her new pinafore dress, then sits to tug on the white knee socks and shiny black strap shoes. She giggles, claps her bony knees together and pushes the man's hand away as he attempts to reach beneath the pleated hem of the dress.

At the cash register the clerk smiles down at the little girl as the man pays. The kid is grinning up at the man, leaning into him and happily rocking back and forth, her skinny shoulder massaging the thick penis extending down his pants leg.

After paying, the man turns to look down at Amanda. She is a vision of childish innocence in the cute pinafore dress. The tiny Mary Jane shoes and prim, white knee socks emphasize her alluringly skinny thighs.

She grins up at the man and twirls to show off her new clothes. The motion shifts the loose straps of the dress, exposing glimpses of her pale, flat chest and tiny brown nipples. The dress is obviously meant to be worn with a t-shirt underneath, but Amanda purposely neglected to wear it, so the man can see her little raisinette nipples.

The man and child stroll down the main concourse of the mall hand-in-hand, the man's erection straining in his pants, the girl's knobby knees poking the air as she walks, carrying her former clothing in a bag.

Around a corner the little girl sees a heavy metal door with a sign that says "Employees Only." She looks up at the man, biting her lip and pointing at the door.

The man's hand is trembling as he opens the door and ushers the child inside, nervously looking both ways to make sure they're not observed.

The room is cluttered with crates and boxes. The man finds a wedge-shaped doorstop, jams it beneath the closed door and kicks it firmly in place as the child drops her clothing bag on the floor and looks up at the man, shyly clasping her hands behind her back.

He scoops the little kid up in his arms and licks the side of her face with the flat of his tongue, saliva trickling down her freckled cheek, then he kisses her deeply in her mouth, his trembling hands squeezing and fondling her tiny butt as her skinny legs dangle in the air, her shiny little shoes bumping his knees.

The little girl breaks the kiss and smirks at the panting man, saliva gleaming on her crooked little teeth. She squirms in the man's arms and points her stubby finger at a nearby crate.

The man places the little girl on the crate. She stands on the crate with her hands clasped behind her back, her slim legs demurely crossed, biting her lip and looking at the man with an expression of mock innocence, then reaches up to pull one dress strap aside, exposing her tiny nipple. She pokes out her lower lip to pout at the man and slowly tugs the other dress strap aside to display her other little nipple as he stares at the teasing child and strokes the bulge at his crotch.

Amanda slowly lifts the hem of her dress to expose her panties. She smirks at the man and pokes her plump tummy at him as he gazes with a dry mouth at the soft cleft in the crotch of her little cartoon kiddie panties.

The kid's lips curl into a naughty expression as she slowly draws her cotton panties down to expose her chubby little sex lips. She leaves the panties just above the tops of her prim knee socks, pokes out her tongue at the man and points at her bare crotch.

The man lunges forward and plasters his mouth over the child's crotch, frantically licking and sucking the pudgy little vulva into his mouth as his saliva leaks down her skinny thigh. The child's lips purse into an "ooo" expression as she looks down at the man's head moving beneath her pleated skirt.

Amanda closes her eyes and bites her lip as she feels the man's tongue beginning to make the warm, slippery stuff seep from her private place into his mouth. She smirks with nasty satisfaction when she hears the muffled sound of the man beneath her skirt desperately whimpering his desire into her now drooling private place. Amanda knows how the smell and taste of a child's sex affect men like this.

She reaches beneath her dress to grip the man's ears and pull him away from her crotch, his mouth wide open, his tongue glistening with saliva and female sexual arousal.

The man watches with glazed eyes as the child draws her panties down over her little socks and shoes, steps out of them and drops them on the gritty, concrete floor.

She looks at the man with a questioning expression as her tiny fingers toy with the top button of her dress. The man shakes his head No, and Amanda grins. Lots of men like to do it with her clothes on. They like it because the little play clothes make her look so young, and emphasize the depravity of sexually molesting a small child. She likes it, too, because it makes men so much more excited, and it seems so much nastier that way.

Wearing everything except her panties, Amanda lies back on the crate, her skinny thighs pressed tightly together, both hands covering her bare sex, biting her lip in an expression of mock innocence tinged with fear, and shaking her head, "No." The sweating man stares down at her, stroking the throbbing bulge in his pants as the little girl teases him.

Then the kid giggles, jerks the dress hem up to her tummy, spreads her skinny legs widely apart, and crooks her finger to beckon him. The man's eyes bulge and a droplet of pre-cum leaks through the fabric of his trousers as he stares down at the child's tiny pink sex hole, gleaming with her slick arousal.

The man's hands are shaking as he kicks off his shoes, fumbles with his belt and drops his pants around his ankles. He kicks off the trousers and strips off his shirt, exposing his fat belly and the rigid penis bouncing beneath it, so engorged that the skin is stretched shiny around the ruddy head, heavy blue veins bulging all the way down the throbbing shaft.

The man licks his lips and groans as he stares down at the 8-year-old child in her pretty new dress and dainty little socks & shoes, her willowy legs obscenely spread, offering her small body for the sexual pleasure of a sweating, naked pedophile in a filthy storeroom.

His jerking penis drools a long driblet of pre-cum as he brings the thing to the child's wet crotch, smears it between her soft labia and presses in. The little kid grunts once as the bulbous head pops in. Biting her lip, she smirks up at the man's astonished, sweating face as he watches the tiny pink hole slowly dilate to swallow his engorged dick.

The stunned man's mouth drops open into a slack "O," drooling into his chest hairs as he watches the last inch of his straining penis disappear into the child's well-used hole, his hairy balls pressed tight against her pale crotch, his fat belly resting on the child's smooth tummy.

The man falls forward to support himself on his arms above the deeply impaled child. Amanda clasps his barrel chest with her arms and sighs as she curls her skinny legs around his fat butt, canting her tiny bottom up to suck his straining penis deeper inside her body. She can't see the agonized lust on the man's face, because she's too small; all she can see is his sweating chest rising and falling above her. But her ears tingle at the thrilling sounds of his desperate panting and the obscenely wet slapping sound of each grunting thrust into her.

The little girl presses her hands against his sweaty chest and pushes, urging the man's torso up so she can see the desperate lust on his face as he uses her little pussy. She curls her lips into a nasty expression and reaches to tug her dress straps aside, to tease the man by displaying her tiny 8-year-old nipplets.

The man groans loudly, plunges deep into the child and begins trembling, obviously on the verge of orgasm. Amanda uncurls her legs from the man's butt, draws her knees to her chest, plants both little shoes against the man's chest and pushes, hard.

The man's face is a mask of shock and horror as the child scoots backward on the crate, and his greasy dick pops out of her warm, sucking little sex hole. She claps her hand over her mouth and giggles as she watches the wet, gleaming penis bobbing and jerking in the chill air of the storeroom.

The desperate man lunges forward to resume his urgent task, but the little girl jerks the hem of her wrinkled dress over her wet crotch and giggles up at him, shaking her head, No. She brings her finger to her lips to say, "Shhhhh..." then crooks her finger to beckon him closer.

The child grasps the man's throbbing penis in both little hands, bites her lip and stares up at the man with large, innocent eyes as she plays with it. She whispers things to the man as her tiny fingers gently tug and squeeze the man's thick penis, gleaming with the little girl's vaginal secretions. A long runnel of pre-cum leaks down onto the child's slim wrist as her fingers curl into the man's heavy balls, gently kneading his hairy scrotum.

The man is fondling Amanda's little raisinette nipples, his belly trembling with lust as he hears the obscenely filthy things the child is whispering to him and watches her tease his rigid dick unmercifully, squeezing out the slick pre-cum and slathering it down his throbbing shaft.

The little girl's lips curl into a naughty sneer and she drops the man's dick, then rolls over on her tummy, her skinny legs dangling over the edge of the crate. She smirks back at the man over her shoulder, reaches back with both little hands, flips up her dress and spreads her slimy hole open for him.

The man's jaw drops and his eyes bulge as he stares down at the child's grotesquely distended vagina hole gaping open and drooling. He grips the little girl's skinny waist and looks down to watch as his wet dick glides easily and deeply into the child.

The man's mouth opens wide in a prolonged groan of relief as he feels the child's warm, slippery sex hole swallow his grateful dick. The child withdraws her hands, brings them forward and rests her cheek on both hands, grunting softly as the man's balls flatten against her soft, tiny butt.

The man groans heavily and begins stroking himself inside the child's slick little fuck hole, gripping her bony ribcage, gritting his teeth and using her small body like a masturbation doll. His ears tingle at the grotesquely obscene sounds of his swinging balls smacking the child's pale bottom, her shiny little Mary Jane shoes thumping against the crate with each urgent thrust.

The little girl turns to smirk at the man, and whispers something to him over her shoulder. The man stops at full penetration, his balls flat against her tiny butt. She reaches beneath her tummy to clasp his hairy balls in her little hand, fondling his wrinkled scrotum and whispering things to him, filthy things, her little mouth curled into a naughty sneer.

The sweating man throws back his head and roars his anguished relief, lifting the child into the air and howling as he empties his balls into her juicy little cunt. He grits his teeth in a desperate grimace, his straining fingers deeply creasing her tiny bottom, her shiny little shoes bumping his knees as his grateful dick jerks and heaves and squirts deep inside the little kid.

The little 8-year-old puckers her mouth into a naughty "ooo" expression as she feels the man's bloated penis jerking and ejaculating deep inside her most private place, and smells the stinking sperm bubbling out of her overstuffed little hole to drip down onto the gritty concrete floor.

When the man is finished he slumps forward heavily, draping the little girl's limp body over the crate and supporting himself on both arms above her, his head hung, gasping and drooling on the back of her little pinafore dress.

The deeply impaled child remains motionless on the crate, waiting for the trembling man to finish and smirking as he fondles her soft, pale bottom, his turgid penis still twitching and jerking gratefully inside her limp body.

The kid claps her hand over her mouth and giggles as the man finally rouses himself from his post-orgasmic torpor and sucks his spent dick out of her sloppy little cunt hole, followed by milky glob of jism that slowly leaks out until it splashes wetly on the floor.

The man staggers backwards and collapses heavily into a folding chair nearby, gasping, his eyes dim, his greasy dick plastered to the hairs of his fat thighs.

The little girl climbs off the crate, bends to pick up her teddy-bear panties and uses them to sop up the slimy mess in her crotch, then tosses them back on the floor.

She clacks over to the man in her shiny little shoes and sits on the floor between his knees. She smirks at the man's slimy dick, spent now but still engorged with blood. She bends to blow on it gently. The wet thing twitches and shrinks slightly in the cool air. Amanda giggles and blows on it again, the man grimaces slightly, and his dick shrinks more and more, until it's just a wet, limp noodle plastered to his thigh.

Amanda opens her mouth wide and gazes up into the man's eyes as she slowly sucks his now completely limp dick into her mouth. The man sucks in his breath as she begins stroking the sensitive underside of his dick with her soft little tongue.

The child's lips stretch wider and wider as the man's limp penis begins to jerk and bloat again in her little mouth. The man's eyes dim as the child's head begins to bob slowly up and down his rapidly expanding dick. He clasps her head to guide her slow movements, gently fucking her freckled face.

The little girl sucks the man's now fully-engorged dick out of her mouth, smirks up at the man, and licks it slowly from base to tip. She looks up at the man again, points at the rigid pole and asks him something with a pouty expression. The man nods, sweating, his eyes hooded.

The man groans and grasps the little girl's pigtails as she wraps her lips around his dick head, pushes it in and resumes her slow sucking. She cups his heavy balls in both little hands and begins humming in her high-pitched, childish voice as she sucks -- to the tune of "Mary Had a Little Lamb..."

The man's eyes roll white in his head, he grips the small child's pigtails and erupts again in her slurping little mouth, his butt rising an inch off the chair with the force of his orgasm.

The kid's nose wrinkles at the nasty taste of semen squirting into her mouth, but she keeps sucking and humming until the shaking man is completely drained, limp and gasping, then spits out the man's slimy dick. Her lips gape wide to show the man the viscous puddle of sperm in her mouth, then she cants her head forward to let him watch the slimy jism slowly drip from her little lips and down to form greasy stains on the front of her pretty, new dress.

The man slumps back in the chair, eyes closed and gasping, his fat belly quivering as the little 8-year-old spits a residual puddle of sperm onto the concrete floor, then stands to strip off her slimed new dress, knee socks and shoes. The naked child tosses her new clothes on the floor, then digs into the bag and dresses in her original t-shirt, skirt and sneakers.

Amanda taps the stunned man on the shoulder to rouse him until he opens his bleary eyes. She drapes the sperm-soaked little teddy bear panties across his spent, wet dick, smirks at the man and points up toward the ceiling. The naked man looks up with a horrified expression to see a security camera blinking, the lens pointed down at him and the puddles of sperm on the floor surrounded by the child's cast-off clothing.

The smirking little girl waves bye-bye, exits the room, and skips gaily toward the mall exit, her pigtails and little denim skirt flouncing. As she pedals away on her pink bicycle, three police cars are pulling up to the mall entrance.

*****

Amanda pedals to a nearby playground and parks her bike. She reaches down to stroke her finger across a moist spot on the bicycle seat, brings her finger to her nose and smirks.

Grinning, the little kid gaily skips into a secluded wooded area. She jerks her little panties down to her ankles, sits cross-legged leaning against a tree trunk and begins stroking her slimy little slit. She closes her eyes and visualizes an image of the man's sweating face on the verge of orgasm as he plunges his stiff thing into her body, then pokes her finger deep inside herself, frantically crooking and wiggling it inside herself until she cascades into her own orgasm.

The intensity of her climax overwhelms the child's senses as she comes and comes, snorting and grunting like a little piglet in heat, snot dribbling from her dilating nostrils, scattering the dry leaves as her skinny legs thrash and jerk in the sweet ecstasy of long-delayed sexual release.

The little second-grader finally slumps back against the tree trunk, spent and gasping, her hand with the slimy finger limp in her lap, her skinny legs splayed wide, her spasming little vagina rhythmically puckering open and closed, drooling milky bubbles of sperm.

Amanda sighs contentedly, her dim eyes half closed, a goofy, crooked grin on her face, spittle bubbling from her mouth, as three police cars roar past the playground on the adjacent road.