Have a good evening. Say hello to George for me."I stroll casually past Molly.Molly doesn't answer. She stares at me in surprise. I feel calm and rela...ed. I miss her melodic voice.(traffic) (voices) (birds)Benito is there on the park bench. Next to him a small girl sits and chatters away at him. She is seven, maybe eight, years old. The girl wears a pink jacket and pale blue jeans with brightly-coloured flowers embroidered up one leg. Benito is back in his grey suit, but this time with a pale. Then pulled her down and quickly scrubbed her back. He was hard an aching and no longer cared as she groaned under his touch. He rubbed her hair with the soap trying to ignore her touches as she stroked his abs. Something had certainly happened to change his friend like this. But he was quite certain he liked it as he finished washing her hair. He dropped the cloth back in the bucket and picked up the last one and poured it over her, washing the soap from her body. Before she could move he. A small giggle came from her followed by, Well don't tell anyone!I'm sure she knew I wouldn't tell another soul, but in my mind I was thinking "no way I’d ruin my chance of this happening again"After A while of just feeling her breasts she looked at me and said "let’s try the real thing now"And proceeded to open the mental buttons on her night gown, I wanted to help her to get it done quicker but didn't dare ruin the moment by rushing her.Even though it was pretty dark, I could just make out. She stepped out of it. He turned to hang it in the wardrobe and then came back to begin unfastening the buttons on her blouse. “It’s good to have you do this Barry. No, not so terrible Marge, it’s just I’m not getting anywhere much with the Wheeland boy.” She turned to Barry. “No, don’t hang that up it needs laundering. Do it tonight. I’ll want it again tomorrow.”He shuffled off with the shirt. Valerie wondered why she hung on to him. Since the divorce he’d been just like any other sponsored.