"She would never... , " she started but I cut her off."Lauren, answer the question," I said firmly. "I need to know how deeply you're involved in this..."Lauren looked at the desk."He started to have me carry the backpack to the park last year," she said. "I honestly didn't know it was drugs. But I knew it was something bad. I left the pack by one of the swings while I went to play and when I came back it was gone and another was there."The first time we did that it was at a pool. I put a. The carving was intricate. There was no doubt that it was erect, standing up between her legs, and bound back against her stomach, the tip almost to the under curve of her breasts.I clicked off the light and left the tent in search of James.Outside of the tent, the dig was a hive of activity. Shovelbums, some Peruvians, some from other parts of the world (college kids, professors on sabbatical, etc.) moved across the hill with pickaxes, brushes, bags of dirt, and buckets filled with stone. I. I just could not get enough. The one person whose feet I obsessed over, however, was my very own mother. Ever since I could remember, Mom would wear a skirt with pantyhose and heels to her job at one of the bank branches in town. And every afternoon when she would return home, I would just stare at her feet fantasizing about what I would love to do with them.I spent many a night digging into the laundry basket looking for one of her used pairs to masturbate with as I drifted off to sleep. I. What's Jack getting up to?”Dee bit her lower lip and shook her head. She tried to smooth her clothes out but only succeeded in making herself look more disheveled.Missy looked at her closely. “Come with me. We'll have some tea and girl talk.”Dee nodded. “Thank you. I think I'd like that.”Missy put her arm around Dee's waist and urged her inside.Missy pulled a chair to the kitchen table for Dee. “Please,” she gestured.Dee sat primly, but her dress was still pulled high, exposing thigh.Missy.