"Now don't you be that way. My name's DellCooper, and I'm just trying t'be friendly. I had my eye on you when youwere on the street." He leered at h...r, his eyes roaming up and down herbody. "You look like a gal who can be _real_ friendly." Not to the likes of you." She stepped right and tried to go around him.He moved to bar her way again. "Sure you can. What's your name,honey?"She made a sound of exasperation. "Let me pass!" I'm the new toll keeper here, and there'll be a fare to get. “My name is Christopher by the way.” He said.I laughed and said “That’s funny, my name used to be Christopher.”“So that’s what Lori meant when she said that there was something special about you.” he said.Then he reached out and took hold of my hand, gently pulling me onto his lap. My tiny little 5’4” frame must have felt like a teddy bear or a rag doll perched on his lap. He cradled me in his muscular arms and cradled my body against his chest and then bent his head down to kiss me. Almost. I felt so secure, and loved, by my chummy mummy. It was only after several seconds I realised my breasts were pressing against hers; my naked breasts against her naked breasts. I ran my hand down her back and felt her soft skin, right down to her bottom, and felt her bare bottom cheeks. I leant back and looked in to her eyes; and love stared back at me. The early days, when we slept apart if I was spanked, were well behind us. I am glad Sharon changed the rules. It’s much better this way. So. But if he wants something it’s best that you not get in his way.” Tracy wouldn’t let it go, asking “Then why are you friends with him? Don’t you get mad at him sometimes?” Mel wanted to drop it, but he did answer, saying “He’s a jerk, but you can trust that he’ll do what he says he’ll do. And I’ve known him since high school. He’s OK once you get used to his ways.”He left it at that, and after a short while of quiet cuddling, they attempted to untangle themselves. It took a minute, Tracy slowly.