“As you say, ‘If’,” he said eventually. “So what’s the problem? What’s so all-firing important that you have to disturb my Sunday?”“...o you remember that journalist getting murdered a month ago? It was in all the papers.”Paul thought back for a moment, and then nodded. “Yeah. Yorkshire somewhere wasn’t it? What about it?”“That’s right, Leeds. Well he was a friend of Clive, my youngest brother. They were at college together.”“So what? I didn’t know your brother was a journalist.”“He’s not. He’s a. Four blocks away he reached the bar. He stopped, fumbling for his pursebut the doorman waved him on. "No charge for women tonight, honey, go onin. I like your hair, by the way." Th- thanks," Craig said, his blush returning. As he passed, thedoorman's eyes slid down to his chest and Craig burned.I need to buy a bra, he told himself but froze inside when he realizedwhat he'd thought. He shook his head and continued inside, once againdrawing attention."Don't see them look like that these. “C’mon ‘ave a look see” he beckoned me. I knelt beside my friend, now looking straight up between the little girls legs. The top of her thighs parted to give a clear view of her naked, bare pussy. Jack stuck out a finger and slid along her slit. Emily giggled, very much enjoying the attention. Jack licked his finger and tried to force it up into her virginal pussy hole. Just the tip went in before Emily shouted “Ouch!” “How long you two been doin’ this?” I asked. “ ’bout a week”, Jack replied. Whimpering just a littlefor a little stiffie "first-aid."Jason smiled as he heard my little cries for a goodmilking.He lifted my stockinged legs gently and sat at thefoot of the couch, with my feet on his lap.What he did next you could have made me guess for amonth and I would have never gotten it. He began tomassage my pretty, stockinged, red-toenailed feet. Atfirst, since I thought my popsy needed immediateattention, I was disappointed. But he gave a very,very good foot massage. Very good..