She was in a black tee that fit her bra-less tits like a coat of paint, her smock a man's white shirt, and paint-splotched jeans. Greg was right behin... her."Where have you been? Are you okay?" She pulled me in for a crushing hug. "We've been worrying about you." A meeting with Devers, but everythings okay," I assured them. I abandoned myself to her embrace, my arms clutching at her, loving the feel of her body against mine, even with all these clothes between us, awash with her scent of paints. I realize that I'm trying to work up the nerve to take advantage of her sleeping to molest her.- AnnaI can't take it anymore. I love the feel of his hand between my breasts, the pleasant weight of it. I think his breathing is different, somehow heavier, so erotic. I'm imagining it, of course, but the very fact that I imagine my dad is aroused by me, is pure insanity. I'm sick to think of him like this. To want him like this. His hand is probably getting numb, but the slight movement of his. ...man?" As I said, a shocking case of being unable to manage his own life, heneeds someone to guide him, to protect his best interests," she said."BEST INTERESTS!" My voice was getting very loud now, why hadn't theyarrested Tara?Miss York was standing with her arms crossed, she raised one arm up. Thefirst officer nodded."While highly unusual, Tiffany or Ian as she was then came to my officewith Miss Delray and had me sign everything he owned over to her, thenhad me change his name to Tiffany. I replied that I would instead rather opt for another kissing session. Heinrich smiled and as he was about to embrace me, I pushed my luck and asked if I could also fondle his unsheathed knob-head again.“Why?” Heinrich asked.“Because I love the smell,” I answered.There was a look of total intrigue on his face. Then, placing his hand on the back of my head, Heinrich once more united our lips for a momentary kiss. As his tongue withdrew from my mouth his hands moved to my shoulders and began to.