“Betty, you’re not supposed to repeat private conversations you hear. That’s called gossiping. Now what do you think I should do with you?”She...calmly says, “I only repeated enough of what they said to get you to know they want you. As to what you should do. Well, what I want you to do is fuck me too. But mummy might get upset so I think you should settle for feeling me up or playing with my little titties.” Terri and Joan both gasp.While laughing I start tickling her for a few minutes while she. I then picked up her bra, it was one of those posh ones from Rigby and Pellow. With excitement, I Iooked for the bra size. I had fantasied for over a decade about Julia boobs and what size they were. It was slightly worn but you could make out it said 34G. This confirmed by belief. My wife had small boobs; they were nothing compared to Julia’s heavy mountains. I thought it would be too rude to do this in an expensive bra, not that her French knickers weren’t expensive, but I thought they would. “You’ve let your journalistic mind be guided by your heart. A good reporter should get all the facts first, before jumping to conclusions, no matter how convincing they might seem.”“What do you mean?”“Do you honestly think it was me who robbed and beat the old woman?”“I’ve had my suspicions on and off. Your injuries, your description, and vehicle damage match the Police report on the news. Besides I saw you arrested in handcuffs and being taken to the Police station.”“Claudia, it wasn’t me, I. His hands were very warm. She didn’t continue to turn around. She stood with her back to him. ‘H- hi!’ ‘I’m glad you came to meet me. I hope you don’t think ill of me for asking to meet you alone up here.’ ‘Why would I do that?’ She was unconsciously whispering. ‘It could be seen as- compromising. My asking you away from the crowd like this.’ His other hand reached her other shoulder and his voice was in a dusky whisper as well now. His lips must have been within an inch of her ear. The warm.