Tracey would often were dress that showed of her figure and her tits Brian would always comment on how wonderful she looked Brian would often ask Trac...y if she would go out for a drink after work but she always had plans. when texting Brian would ask Tracey to send pictures of herself Tracey sent him a pic of her underwear laid out on the bed Brian would ask for more after a few weeks of Brian begging Tracey sent a pic of her in a bra Brian would tell Tracey he would wank himself off to the pic. .. what are you doing?" I asked her.She just stared at me with her big eyes and sucked me even harder and deeper.Lana was my mum's friend. She was a guest at my parent's new year's eve party - a party that I had attended until just after midnight when I headed off to bed. My parents and some of their guests were kicking on, and planning to head to a night club to the very wee hours of the morning. I had thought that Lana was going with them.I had paid her attention during the party, mainly. She still retained an air of tomboy, she was quick to laugh and her voice carried a gruffness that contrasted with her small delicate features. They hugged, exchanged the usual pleasantries, set up a visit at Lucy’s house the next day for lunch. The conversation worked its way past catching up on c***dren and schools through the first bottle of wine, as most of the second bottle vanished, the conversation moved to Norma’s divorce. It was nasty, she sighed; Simon had hired a private detective. Because in his fantasy world, Charlie was saying (more like screaming!) his name too. Chapter 15 Charlie walked into the bathroom. A quick glance at the mirror made her hiss. Hair ratted, make up smudged and smeared. Her stomach rolled, reminding her that there were more pressing needs than her appearance. She used the toilet and jumped into the shower. While it would have been nice to stand up the warm stream of water, she knew that she needed to eat something, anything, and it better be.