My cock instantly started to rise. She was fucking perfect. The little triangles just covered those perky firm tits and her long flat smooth belly fla...ed into nicely proportionate hips. My eyes strayed to the fabric covering her pussy and then down the long long legs. I wanted to untie the little ties at her hips and see her pussy so bad. My eyes finally made it back up to her face and she had a teasing look.“Looks ok then?”“Um. Yes. Looks nice on you.”She laughed the confident laugh of a girl. There was a cheesy lounge lizard singing something 1950’s ish, to the sounds of a plinking electric organ. I spotted her, she was small perhaps just at 5’0. Leslie was very small, she weighed maybe 100 pounds; she wore a red dress, which was short catching her at mid-thigh perhaps a little higher. She wore her hair short and spike. Her dress was adorned with a black tight cinched belt. I walked over to where she sat perched up on the high bar stool, her legs crossed in black stockings with the. I didn’t feel my hands getting in my pockets and I didn’t feel my nails forcing though the soft cotton into my red and bloody flesh. I was intoxicated by the rare clearness of my thoughts and compared them in my trancelike circumstance with the strong feelings I had for mummy and for sure with the animal like passion I had for all the stuff she loved as much as I did. Feelings blew up from my chest like bubbles in the warm summer and got into my mind. I swear I could feel my synapses dashing. Lee poured himself a shot of whiskey and downed it quickly. He glanced over at the girl, devouring her with his eyes. ‘Okay Katie, let’s go.’ I stood up at Lee’s request. My breathing was nearly back to normal. It had taken some effort. I was confused at the emotions I was feeling. What Shawn had done was not right. But if that was the case, why was it that I could feel my pussy throbbing with lust? I picked my bag up from the floor and followed Lee down the hallway to the backdoor. He held it.