"Grandma?" Vee?" Let him in."Junior opened a small door in the bubble and Mr. Williams stepped through. His head exploded. The body dropped in the ope...ing. From a car down the street an RPG fired but the door was already shut. The RPG hit so softly or the bubble absorbed the energy so gently that it didn't explode. It slid down the side of the bubble and laid on the ground in the snow steaming.Junior popped a bubble over the car and filled it with nothing. No air, no light, no sound. The engine. Now Kerry’s hands were in motion, caressing my lingerie-clad back, ass, and my stockinged thighs. He placed both his hands between us and expertly massaged my nipples through the fabric of the basque. Needless to say, by this point I had no control over my engorged cock –not that I really wanted to. I felt as if I would climax right then and there. But Kerry, apparently anticipating my sensation, intervened. He pulled his lips away from mine just an inch and seductively whispered, “If you. Showing my legs and wonderful cleavage mmmmmm...I look in the mirror before going out and think to myself --yes I would fuck me -So I finally manage to get a drink and have to stand by a high bar table --no seats!! Fucking great I think!!Everyone is so packed in bodies are very close and banging into each other when even taking a drink!! Suddenly I feel a very light touch on my ass --- I pass it off as some one walking past and brushed into me -- seconds later it happens again ---- it feels. ’ He watched as she nodded, wrote it down and left again, never looking at him. ‘Grilled cheese?’ Sol mocked him but grinned. ‘What are you, twelve?’ Luke ignored him. ‘I wonder what her story is.’ ‘You and your stories.’ Sol shook his head. ‘Not everyone has a big story behind them, kid.’ ‘Maybe.’ Luke tapped a finger on the table as he thought. Emma was polite, but not quite friendly. There had to be a story there, he thought, and Luke liked stories. Stories were why he’d come to the city in.