"Just waiting on some guys who owe my money, honey. It wont take too long."Afetr about 15 minutes there was a knock on the door. I looked out the ppep...ole and there was about 5 guys outside. I opened the door a crack to show them my Niece on the the bed and then told them it was 25 bucks a piece. The first two guys were young like in their 20s in t shirts and shorts. The other guys ranged from 40 to 60. As he handed me the money the 60 year old said he hadnt had pussy in 40 years and he hoped. I shoved my hands into my coat pockets as I made for the backside of the building and the old train tracks, which were the quickest short cut to the friends house where I was spending the night. I had walked the same path dozens of times before when I had been a student, going past the set of abandon train cars that had been turned into trendy office spaces before, and the place was always quiet once the sun set. It was still earlier enough in the season to that there was no snow to mark my. ? After the attack subsided Ashley pointed at her feet. ?Kiss them like you would kiss a boy, because you know you never will.? Lisa once again kissed her feet. This time trying to think about the movies and how they kissed there. She added her tongue and tried to imagine the cute guy she saw in class that day? But it was impossible. The foot odor and the slimly taste of her sweaty feet wouldn’t allow for that image to take hold. Ashley let her continue for several minutes. As soon as he met Bryony he started planning his escape, figuring out what he could do which would allow him the outdoor life he longed for. He set up a business which might give the cubs a chance too, it was fucking hard work but it suited him fine. And he had Bryony: the one with the chestnut curls and gentle eyes lifting in her smile, a woman of curves as sweet as a haunch of venison. She was like a walk in the autumn woodland on a sunny day, full of ripe warm laughing happiness and fun. She.