"Well, does she like boys?" I asked. Bob said he thought so but didn't know for sure. "What about me?" I asked him, "do you think she likes me?" ...gain, Bob said he wasn't sure but with a sudden flash of inspiration, he told me he could ask her for me. I eagerly agreed that that would be a good idea, but that he would have to be secretive about it. "Okay!" he shouted and ran off. I just sat there stunned. I had assumed he meant later but already he was off to check. Oh well, I was. " Oh." Okay, today's lesson will be composition in the viewfinder and picture exposure options. You have macro capability..."The smirk appeared. "Is that, like, something the doctors can cure?"I sighed. "Correction. You are in that group that is smart, smart looking, and smartassed."She smiled like I'd just crowned her Miss Dallas."Macro capability means you can take close-up pictures, like flowers or insects or baby animals. Those rabbits, for instance?" Oh!" I had her undivided attention. I sauntered nearer, to an adjacent unmanned till, as if checking some point of sale items on a rack for the impulse shopper, to ogle the female and make my day. She unearthed her cash, then I spotted that her boobs didn’t move or bunch up, with all the arm movement around them. They were big, solid, like traffic cones and pretty obvious, they were fucking falsies. The bloke spotted me spotting them and scowled, stuffing their purchases in a shop bag which they did pay for and they left.“Funny. His cock is hairy, with a big bulbous head and a rather short but thick shaft. It's already damp from precum, and more seeps out after you give him a few strokes. You know he's close to cumming, so you reach behind him and squeeze his asscheeks. "Harry, you’re very excited, and I think you're going to cum soon," you tell him in your most detached, professional voice. "Would you like to cum in my mouth or my cunt?" "Your cunt," he manages to mumble into your left tit. "Alright, Harry. And would.