She turned around facing towards the window and bent over the desk." well ant you going make sure I keep my word"pulling up her skirt she exposed her ...lack French knickers. Looking back at me shaking her rear end. I grabbed the back of her pony tail. Pulling slightly but making sure she could see me out of the corner of her eye. Raising my right hand skyward I connected with a loud quick smack. Leaving a visible hand print. She moaned as I continued a quick succession of equally loud smacks.. My breasts, a woman’s breasts. Not perky, but those tiny reactive nipples, absolutely delightful. You slide your hands into the back of leggings, finally aware of the underwear missing underneath. Both of your hands firmly grasp my ass, and I gasp. So ready, I am so very ready for you.In an instant, my leggings are gone, and we are completely naked. Standing and frozen. Appreciating each other with just our eyes.I reach for you as you reach for me and our bodies collide. Mouth to mouth, bodies. I hoped that, with practice, I could learn to work faster with my probe. I did find myself getting faster and faster with my probing as time wore on, but it took me years to become really facile with the skill.June, 1949My thoughts kept returning to that bookie, Everett Johnson. He was a plum, ripe for the picking! I couldn't just go in and take his cash without creating a stir; I had to be much more subtle. The best way would be to "win" it from him. But to do that, I needed to know the. Sometime Battuta would stop and this policeman, Mark would make him laugh and show him something funny.One day, Battuta saw Mark at the town mall. They said hello. Mark was looking at some shirts and asked Battuta, if he liked the shirt, he was looking to buy. Battuta nodded in agreement and Mark bought two shirts. Then Mark asked Battuta to join him at the food court for a burger and some soda and Battuta thought that was great. They both sat and talked as they took their burgers. Battuta.