"oh Princess, tequila or lemon drops, I would drink anything if you wantedme to-" before I could even finish she was at it again. "Hey Jake, three lem...n drops!" she sang out, standing on her bar chair,her chest inches away from my face, her perfume literally permeating my lungsand brain, her scent, her breath, it was like a huge wave hitting me. "...and don't be silly, of course I know that" she had already sat down andwas talking to me but I wasn't aware of it. her presence was more. But where I thought that J would beembarrassed to play with dolls, he did not have a problem at all.J was taking every doll in his hands the way a mother would hold herbabies, not the straight way I or other girls usually did. Then he wasadjusting their clothes and changing them as if they were dirty and laterhe brushed their hair. He wasn't showing a sign he was bored orembarrassed to be doing any of this. He was talking to them, telling themhow nice and pretty they are and how their mom and. She had nice round full breasts, and he had been itching to get his hands on them for some time. He rubbed his thumb over her clit as his fingers moved slowly into her a bit at a time, feeling his way and learning about her.He licked, rubbed and sucked her breasts, as he started pumping harder into her, and her cunnie started clenching on him. Prue held on to his shoulders as he worked her and her hips jammed back into his hand under their own violations.“You have lovely breasts, Prue. Do you. Reed.”He sighed and tried to collect his thoughts. “Relax, call me Gene.”“I can call you Gene, but I can’t relax in the office.” She giggled, a little coyly.He leaned back in his chair. “How do you relax, Cynthia? What do you do when you’re not at work?”Her eyes brightened and her aura increased tenfold. “Well, I drink a little, I dance, I read… and some other very enjoyable things, Gene.” She grinned, again a little coyly.He grinned. “What kind of other things?”She shifted in her chair and her.