I moved my right hand on her side telling her to feel the stretch and easily could feel the bra straps below her armpits. While moving my hand again a...d again I was often touching my fingers on her boobs. She did not mind. I got bold. Did it someway on the other side and this time brushed my hand on her boobs from side. She did not say anything. Then I asked her to move both her hand at back and try to touch hands at back keeping elbows straight. While doing this I asked her to feel stretch on. I knelt down andbegan to unbutton her new Lucky jeans ? they were almost painted on."I always wanted to try these. Bri wears them and I always thought thatlooked hot on her," Tabitha said.Bri was our neighbor. She WAS smoking hot ? but I had never heardTabitha describe her that way. "But when I tried them on with my oldpanties, they just didn't feel right ? too much material back there. SoI bought these. Do you like them?" Tabitha pushed her jeans down overher hips and ass to show me her. It’s happened in time for the fucking Sunday paper to make a meal of it. Made an arrest?’ ‘Nothing to go on. He’s John Drake, Peewee Drake’s son.’ ‘That criminal. Pity it wasn’t Peewee who had his neck screwed.’ The lieutenant asked nervously, ‘What do you want me and the boys to do?’ ‘Make an arrest.’ Paul Belcher mopped his brow. ‘We’re here to take our chief suspect in for questioning, Jack Nixon, father of the girl who claimed John Drake was one of the assailants.’ ‘Get back to work Paul.. ”“Come up here,” she replied. “I’ve found something you might like to see.”Leaden anxiety dropped into the pit of my stomach. What now? Surely not more pictures? I couldn’t deal with this any longer. I had to get out of there or I feared I might go insane.“I ... I don’t want to, Gran,” I called out, my voice shaky. “I think I’d just better go.”All I wanted was to go home and hide in my room for ... oh, say ten or twenty years, but my grandmother’s voice grew insistent.“Come upstairs, Robert. I.