She smiled as I took a step back and knelt to pick them up and put them in my backpack.“Sorry, sorry, didn’t mean to grope you, sorry…”She gri...ned at my blush and said with a glint in her eye as she looked down at me, “Far be it from me to look down on the joy of reading.”I straightened up and matched her bantering tone, “Please forgive me. That was unforgivably clumsy.”With a smile she returned my serve, “I assure you, there’s nothing to forgive, kind sir. Far too few of the young read such. ’ So I stopped and faced the table again. He then wrapped a blindfold around my eyes so that I couldn’t see. I was a little disappointed, but hey, I at least get to talk to him and stuff. Sylar took my wrist in his hand and guided the rest of the whipped cream strawberry to his mouth. He ate what was left and plucked the stem out of my hand and it disappeared. His hands laid on my waist as he lowered his mouth down on to my neck, and kissed me lightly to make me tremble in his grasp. He then. “You heard me fella! Git your sorry ass outa here or I’ll blow yuh head off!”Those very demanding words were coming from a little mound of oilskin that resembled a raincoat standing only ten feet away in the pouring rain. Sticking out of that crumpled old oilskin raincoat was the barrel of some sort of shotgun with a bore that looked like it could take down an elephant or two if need be. Further up the raincoat was a hood that covered the little old wizened head of Mrs Clusky from next door.. We finish our lunch & walk to the room, all the time I can't keep my eyes off her lovely shapely young ass. Once inside we get the formalities over with quickly, I pass her a box of her favourite Swiss chocolates and hand over her 'monthly allowance'. She kisses me on the cheek thanking me then retires to the bathroom to freshen up. Shortly after she reappears wearing only matching peach knickers and bra which struggles to contain her ample breasts. She lies down onto the bed and takes her tits.