When they asked me to join them, I picked the only seating available, the picnic table that stood in front of them. Rather than sit on the bench, I sa... on the table with my feet on the bench. The pair appeared to be in their late thirties. They were both a bit on the plump side with round faces that had a very comfortable look when they smiled, which they seemed to do a lot. In fact they almost looked like brother and sister. His hair was light brown; her hair was a dirty blond that seemed that. “What do you think?” Jill finally asked me later that afternoon.“I think the Russian mafia is really pissed. They have six dead and there is no sign of the money they sent to Salem, plus the DEA has their Heroin. Oh yes, they are pissed.“What they will do ... that I’m not sure of. I believe they will be sending people to Salem and here to Boston. They’ll be looking for those in the Magic Haters who they made the deal with. Of course, they won’t find them or any trace of them,” I told her.“But. Her hand softly worked up and down his hard erection, slowly pumping it in a steady rhythm. She took her other hand, and lightly began to play with his balls, caressing them carefully. She could feel the pre-cum began to leak out the tip of his member as she jacked him off, and knew he was starting to enjoy it."Not so fast babe, calm down," she told him sternly, "We're just getting started." She stopped massaging his member, and Jason gasped in protest. "Babe!" he said to her in indignation.. ”“You mean you don't have a little girl you think about that makes you hard? Have you ever made out with and touched one of your little girlfriends at school?” asked Jack bewildered.Sheepishly, Jamie answered in a lowered voice, “No. When I go to the showers after gym, though, I like to look at the other boys. Sometimes I get a hard-on right there and have to hide it.”As Jack pondered this revelation he noticed that sometime during the conversation Jamie's hand had come to rest on his upper.