I’m mid-stroke when I hear a voice, “What cha doin’ mister?”I look up and see a petite girl, gathering from her long hair and clothing she’s...about sixteen years old. My mind has frozen in shock.She looks at me unscrupulously saying, “My stepdad has one that’s smaller than yours. He likes to rub it between my breasts sometimes. Since Mama died we sleep naked together, and he’ll put it between my legs. He says I’m too young to put it inside me, but I’m sixteen and I think I’m ready. I can help. It immediately brought a smile in my ever frowning face. She was trying to bite the cover, tear it, but no use. Her mouth was already watering. I tried to take the chocolate from her hand and open it for her. She looked at me with a this-is-mine expression in here face. She had made the chocolate cover wet with her saliva. It was slippery, but I managed to open it for her. She ate it from me. Her whole face was covered with chocolate now. Kids are always stress busters.I moved on with my. Madeleine Johnson did not come to be where she was in the Fire Department’s Office of Emergency Management by way of simple seduction. She reached the two tables set up at the front of the room, and Jeff put down her bags, watching as she went to the myriad closets, hauling out equipment. Watching, not helping, because God help him, he loved how her dress--meant to be midlength but short on Mads--obediently lifted to display the curve of her thighs meeting her ass every time she bent over. . ”“How so?”“Well - and this is pretty good - a few months ago, sometime around Christmas, I went out to dinner with this fellow, and who shows up at the restaurant but Bobby and Jennifer. So, what can we do? We invite them to join us.” Alexandra looked around the vanity for nail polish. “This the right shade?”“Yep. So, what happened at the restaurant?”“Well, nothing really. But both Jen and I were wearing white silk blouses that were pretty transparent. And while she had on a lace demi-bra, I.