Call me 'Sara'. That's my name, and I hate all that phony roleplaying shit. Got it?" Sure."Again, we walked on. After we passed Beacon Street and ente...ed the old red-brick neighborhood, I asked, "So, anyway, what are you into?"Quick as a cat, she turned, grabbed my throat, and shoved me against an iron fence in front of a recessed courtyard. She got real close, face to face."I'm into you." Her mouth was so close. Her eyes were so pretty in the soft light. "Kiss me." I kissed her, right there on. "Where's that baby oil?" she asked. I handed the bottle to her and she oiled herself up. And then she squirted some on my dick."Hey, you're going to make me cum if you keep doing that!" That's the plan! I've seen that lump in your pants all morning! C'mon! I wanna see you cum!"Well, I'm not made of stone. It only took a few strokes before I came, hard, all over her hand. She grabbed a towel and cleaned up the mess. Then she hugged me, melting into my arms as she kissed me. I touched her labia.. . As it wasnt the weekend it was a strange remark to make, but I brushed it off and got my stuff together and left the office, I was the last of the girls to leave, I said goodbye to jack and walked to the lift, the building was almost empty and I got out the lift in the lobby and was greeted by the security guard Richard, he was tall dark and handsome, and was always making rude comments to the women in the office block, he was only 23 but was very cock sure of himself, but I always felt safe. He stopped regressing in age when the nanites made him a six year old."All set for morning," a younger Mrs. Jutras said with a smile at her new little girl. When his pink, Sailor Moon alarm clock went off, a tiny hand reached over and turned it off. With a yawn, Paula slipped out of bed and stepped on a tiny yellow plastic egg. Next to it was a pink nightshirt with a picture of a teddy bear in front and an Easter basket. "Huh?" Paula said as she looked at herself and then pulled a note out of.