Hey, nice ride. French?"Grace nodded and grinned. She dinged her little finger bell."Oh, that's cute. Italian gear set and cranks?" Campagnolo," she a...mitted."It's not something you could ride in the woods," he said."Where would I get something like that? With knobby tires?" I asked."You can't. I built it." Build me one?" Me too," said Grace."Well, now. I'd have to charge you ... oh ... ten dollars for a donor bike unless you can find one in the paper or on the bulletin board at the union .... "Molly never missed a stroke. "About five more minutes, Michelle. I'm just cleaning up." There wasn't anything to clean up yet, but it felt like it wouldn't be long. Her estimate of five minutes sounded pretty good to me.She turned and grabbed a bottle of hand lotion from the counter behind her. She squirted a few dollops onto her palms and resumed her stroking. That was the magic touch; it wasn't long before the sensation of her slick palms and fingers moving rapidly up and down my now proudly. It felt good to just sit there. She looked down at her body noticing that the roll of fat that had been her ever present companion had turned into a bulge of fat. She wondered when that had happened. She was still wondering about that when Candy returned with a plate of silver dollar pancakes. Handing the plate over to Denise she said, "I just love silver dollar pancakes with powdered sugar. I roll them up and just eat them with my fingers." They look good," Denise said. She wondered how Candy. No way.’ ‘Would it make it any easier for you if I only took on female clients?’ ‘Good god, please do something for this child.’ ‘With Him the poor are last in line.’ Aunt Mae looked quite shocked. ‘Goodness I really don’t know if you’re right dear. I’d never thought of it like that but He can’t be everywhere at the same time. Leave it to me. I’ll seek ministerial intervention from your uncle.’ Mae appealed to her husband, ‘You have to help the poor child Reg. Her going into prostitution would.