"Nice firm little tits? Give them a feel if you want."It was now Jim's turn to be speechless. Despite the horrified expression on Doris's face, he cup...ed both tits and squeezed. Doris gasped, and tried to back away but Jack was close up behind her to keep her still. He looked at the woman. "You too, if you want. Give them a fondle."To my surprise, she did. She pushed Jim's hands away and put her own hands round Doris's little tits, caressing them, rubbing the palms of her hands over Doris's. I found myself talking to him as much as possible, just so I could listen to his calming voice. There was no urgency in his requests, no demands, no customers on the verge of crumbling. He was simply calling to get some information. Once he conversation was over and the receiver back on the hook, I could only stare for a moment and try to regain my breath. Why did it seem that I was just hypnotized by this mans voice? And so it went, week after week and month after month. The routine was much. There was never anything sexual or anything like that but somehow I knew I was in the presence of a woman and it gave me a thrill.Shortly after my eighteenth birthday, my girl Lorna broke up with me and her excuse was that I was too immature. The next Saturday I was at Mrs. Shimkiss' house to cut her lawn and we were sitting around her kitchen table as she drank her coffee and I had a glass of milk and some cookies she had. She was in her robe, that meant she had her nightgown on underneath and. “Oh no you’re not,” Mum insisted. “You’re grounded.”“The only way you can stop me is to put me in shackles. Otherwise I don’t care, it’s worth it to try to save Joanna.”Mum looked to Dad for support, but he was scrutinising the images.“Well?” asked Mum, expecting his support.“I have to admit they’re very good likenesses,” said Dad. “I don’t seriously think they’re of the same person, not after all this time. But I think we have to trust Kevin to make his own mistakes and learn from them..