Lately she'd been using it towards nefarious ends. Torturing Winston like this was a prime example. It hadn't always been like that. He thought back t... the days of "stolen kisses." He missed that nicer game. Little Jess was barely seven years old - he was eight - when she explained the rules for stolen kisses to him. She even summarized the history of the game as having been played on the palace grounds by the ten illegitimate c***dren of King William IV. She'd said she read it in some notes. It was supposed to have been a simple task, just drop off a movie at her place on my way home from work. I approached the semi-detached house and closed the gate behind me as quietly as I could, it had a habit of slamming and creating a sound that can be likened to someone standing on a Banshee’s foot. I had been here several times with my friend and had met his aunty and uncle. They were a nice and friendly pair both in their mid-forties. There was nothing to distinguish them from anyone else. Her black hair was cut so short itwas almost a crew cut. Talking quietly with the Colonel, one hand continuedstroking the slope of Juanita's sweat-beaded breast where it dangled invitinglybeside her. The Colonel turned back to the terrified student. 'You may wonder whyyour friend doesn't slip off our little toy,' he murmured, looking at thestraddled figure before them. 'You can't see it at the moment, but she is alsoenjoying the feel of one of these.' He walked back to the dangling. I used to come and go as I pleased and they seemed to think nothing of a child seeing them partially nude. Some days I would sit and watch as they massaged each other from head to feet.As I grew older, I started to watch more frequently as my interest in the female body was increasing and both presented rare opportunities to satisfy a growing child’s curiosity.Every once in a while, I would catch a glimpse of mom’s nipples as she shifted positions. I remember one day that Beth got a little.