“Melody has some questions about biology.” said Tiffany, with a hint of a smile on her face.“Surely you girls would rather play than think about...school.” said Jack in an effort to get them to leave. If he could just stay in the gift shop while they left, he’d be safe.“Oh, I want to play.” said Melody, staring at him intently. “But there are still things I want to be ready for when I get back home. I don’t want to put off ... learning ... until it’s too late.”“Come on Mr. Kelly.” said Tiffany.. The dress that she was wearing was almost completely soaked, the tight fitting dress became even tighter and was clinging to her massive bosom and you didn’t have to look too hard to make out her hard nipples poking through the fabric. Like her dress her hair was ruined as well but none of that mattered to Lara, she was too busy with her thoughts to even notice that or the homeless man that had been following her for a long time.But she did notice him, as she did notice the chilling feeling of. “Sorry to keep you waiting,” I said, tucking my hair behind one ear. “No problem,” said John. He looked very comfortable leaning back in one of the small sofa chairs that littered the café. I took a moment to note that his black suit looked very good on him – but then I absolutely love formal attire. I think few guys look bad in a suit and if they do, sometimes they look good in a hoodie. For some reason in my head, a hoodie was the polar opposite of a suit. “You ever wear a hoodie?” popped out. . He was hooked, and I knew it."Tell me what you like about me, David," I whispered as the dress fell upon the floor. He stammered, obviously uncomfortable at verbalizing his desires-- as most people typically are."It's just... nice." He managed to utter."What else, David? I see the way you're looking at me-- my ass. What do you like about it?"I continued as I backed up, narrowing the gap between his face and the softened texture of my cheeks. I could hear his breathing swell."God, it's....