No big deal.I moved to the next aisle and here she comes. Again ... STARING! So now I’m like “WTF is her problem?!”I finish up my shopping and h...ad to the cashier. Guess who is there ahead of me? Right. The staring lady! She turns around and starts staring at me again. So I start playing with my phone because at this point it’s getting weird. Super uncomfortable!Finally, she says “I want to apologise for staring at you, but you look just like my son who passed away”. I thought to myself ‘Oh it. They were just too competitive. He started to push his basketball shorts down. She could see his pubic hair.“I hope you guys are done packing,” their mom called out from the bottom of the stairs. “We are leaving in half an hour.”Jamie pulled his shorts back up, then turned and started packing again. Janie grinned at him and watched him pack.“Do you still have a crush on Missy?” Janie asked.Jamie looked up at her and retorted, “What the fuck, I don’t have a crush on Missy.”Janie leaned in close. They were either bigger or the rest of her face was smaller,which was easy to believe considering that little button nose of hers.With that wavy auburn hair blowing around that face, she looked more thancute. "Yeah, I think you're sooo totally hot."Her full lips formed a wide smile. "Thanks! I think you're just too hotyourself." Like, I don't think we should be doing this." My inflection made itsound like a question. I brushed some windblown red hair from my face."Besides, we need to cut our. Time passes, you’re in a state of drowsiness and have now lent back dreamily enjoying the gentle caress of your outer lips and inner thighs. My hands wander to your pyjama belt and in a smooth motion I begin to slide them down. Now, heart pounding you are unable to resist and lift your tight little bum up to allow me to slip them off. The pace increases as your bum hits the chair and you feel my hands pulling your pelvis towards my wanting mouth. My cleanly shaven face slides smoothly.