After a few minutes of this, they were both panting heavily.Now Karen began to tie up Laura's breasts in taut coils of rope, until both globes were as...taut as overripe gourds, engorged with blood, a deep rose color. Laura's nipples flared and swelled, throbbing wildly. Karen tormented them with her fingers and lips."God, don't they want the clips?" she teased softly. "Don't you want me to put the clips on them?"Laura shook her head, her eyes watering. She remembered how the nipple clips had. I ask the pilot what time the flight is. I get the feeling he's on layover. He points at the sky.A jetliner flies over at very slow speed, just above the treetops. The plane appears to be leaking something—fuel? I wonder if the mist we've been feeling is actually aviation fuel.My mother comes up to me. She's holding a grey blanket. Or perhaps it's a throw rug. She attempts to d**** it over my shoulders but I protest that she should keep it. It's raining out and she'll catch a chill. She. Upon getting there I got out of my car, locked the doors and walked straight into the bar. There were a few people playing pool and an empty bar with a bartender washing glasses. Shit, I thought to myself. There's no one here. Ah well, its always fun to talk to the bartender over a few drinks. So I sat down on a barstool and asked for a drink. I paid upfront because I knew I would be drinking quite a bit. Over the course of one beer, the bartender and I had talked about several things. I had. That smile alone made it worth every forfeited penny "I knew I liked you!" She said, launching herself into yet another hug. I was suddenly uncomfortably aware that I was sitting in the parking lot of a strip mall, with a scantily clad 14 year old girl in my car, with her arms around me, with money and liquor in her hand. I chuckled nervously "glad you are happy, but about this drinking..." "Can't we just go to your apartment?" she asked, as if it was the most obvious thing in the worldThe.