The lack of panty lines told me she was wearing a thong, or just panty hose. Her pumps matched the color of her slacks. Her long wavy auburn locks flo...ed midway down her back and I imagined how nice it would be to run my fingers through her long flowing tresses. A few minutes passed and I was distracted by a customer who was obviously window shopping when Connie rounded the corner of the store and strolled in. She was carrying a drink tray holding two cups. I smiled and said, ‘Great you got a. She sat me down between to other girlsand gave me brushes and paper. The room smelt of poster paint andcrayon and reminded me of my school days. I looked at the girlnext to me and she smiled, I smiled back my teary eyes nowdrying.Soon I was painting, left handed of course and trying to act likeI was one of the girls seated at the table. I had no choice butto join in the childish and giggly conversation. The girl next tome was Amy; she was eight and a chatterbox. She talked endlessly,telling. It was probably the first time a male had touched her was she was too shy on every touch. She was wearing salwar kamiz and I removed her kamiz and felt her back; pulled her towards me and she cooperated well. I then opened the hooks and removed her bra. She was now topless with my chest rubbing against her breasts. Her bust must be about 34, but due slim body, they were handful. I licked her breasts all over and she was going crazy. Fearing she might be heard she was lying like a stone without. I was teasing Keni that maybe she should take her home with her for a few days, let her be mommy to the broody little rug rat.’ She reached over and tickled her daughter’s belly. ‘How about it baby girl, you want to go home with Keni and Harley for a while? Let them see what they got to look forward to once they get hitched?’ Harley walked over and squatted down so he was face level with the little knockout. ‘How about it Kimber, you want to come home with me and Keni for a while?’ He held open.