“A natural redhead,” he observed with a chuckle.Barbara could feel herself blushing crimson. Impotent indignation filled her heart.“Redheaded we...tern women can go two ways,” the Arab continued, “Either stunning beauty or pale geeks. This one is quite the beauty!”Slowly he walked round Barbara, his eyes taking in all her natural assets. She felt like a slab of meat that was been assessed by a butcher.“She’s quite the hottie, eh?” beamed the Panties King, “Well worth the 100K I’m asking!”Looking. Sympathy for a mannequin? He snorted to clear his mind of such a notion so he could get back to doing his job. Watching the boy, that was his job at the moment.Still the boy stood and stared and now the manager noticed something else. The boy, probably not more than 11 or 12, maybe 13, stood with one foot forward and on his toes; one hand clasped to his chest and the other extended downward with wrist flexed and fingers splayed. His head was turned at an angle, and tilted also and his shoulders. “I love the way your nipples get so hard …”Candy interrupted her aunt by kissing the older blonde again, her tongue gliding along her aunt’s lips and then she nibbled her way down to Mandy’s tits and almost bit her nipples.“You’re beautiful too, Aunt Mandy. I love your wavy blonde hair, your cotton-candy nipples, the light blonde fleece at your pussy and your legs … you’re fucking gorgeous!” Candy smiled as she continued playing with her aunt. “You’re the kind of girl that turns me on, I love. ‘I guess that means this Heather is going to be an excellent cook. If she’s the opposite of Elle.’ Lisa tried to crack a smile at her best friend, but it was forced and weak. Naomi didn’t try to humor her by attempting to smile back. Instead she just pulled Lisa back into a hug and let the taller girl take her turn to cry. It took a few long abating moments, in which the soft sounds of the radio and Lisa’s labored breathing filled the darkly lit room. But eventually Naomi felt wetness on her.