”He looked over my shoulder, “very.”I turned and saw the Kaire I was waiting for, “excuse me.”I moved toward the dozen older males and touch...d my chest, “I am Styker Saj Alt McCandless. My grandfather wished to express his sadness that he could not come. The leader of clans has requested his presences and duty.”They went from frowning to nodding in acceptance. I shifted and turned as the human approached and he touched his chest, “be welcome. I am Clinton Davis. My family has asked me to meet. Billy's mother did not seem the least concerned with his interest in her boxes of stockings. In fact, she encouraged him to play with them because it kept him occupied so should could completed her household chores.What Billy enjoyed even more than playing with his mother's collection of unworn, boxed stockings, was seeing her putting them on. Her routine each morning was almost predictable.Once his older brother was off to school and his father well on his way to work, Billy's mother would. I didn’t, but not far off it. If that’s how the Greeks punish their girls I wanted to move to Greece and be a really naughty girl. Based on the amount of pulling, twisting, flicking, tweaking and everything else that they did to my little tits, I would say that Greek young men like small tits just as much, if not more, than bigger tits. Mine got a bit sore during that hour. So did my clit, that got rubbed, pulled, twisted and flicked more than Jack ever did and those young men brought me to 3. "I want you to do it right," I added."Give us a week, and we will have it and I assure you it will be right," he said."While you have it check it out completely," I insisted. "I mean from the wheels to the windshield."I rode the bike away headed for home. I stopped at Mr.BJ's for a biscuit and cup of bad coffee on the way, since it was on the way. Again I sat outside at the concrete tables to eat. It was almost lunch time when I got back to the barge. I could tell Wilson wanted to talk to me,.