Softly, she moved from the recessed door of the jewelry store. Sneakers softly followed the boy. The tennis shoes squeaked, but the fog all but swallo...ed the soft sound.The hairs on the back of his necked prickled. Something in the fog tried to warn him of some danger. However, the soft yelps of the new rubber soles were inseparable from his pounding heart.With a queasy unease, the young man walked at a brisk pace. Anxious and unsettled, he wanted to make his home fast. He hated fog, vaporous. The shirts, and tops ranged from alldifferent colors and styles. Some looked pretty androgynous and mightbe mistaken for a boys shirt but others were cami style, and haltertops that no one would mistake for male clothes.Jesse turned to me with a jean mini skirt in her hands with butterflyimages stitched on the side and held the skirt in front me, as if tosee how it would look."Look what I found, don't you love the butterfly motif. I know youespecially love them, since you could not stop gushing. 'Don't compare them, ' I told myself when it occurred to me that Jessica's nipples were even more responsive to my touch than Cindy's had seemed. I tried to put Cindy's tummy out of my mind as I moved down, dragging my lips across Jessica's midsection and to her soft moist pussy lips. I did take note that Jessica was less vocal, more reserved, more difficult to please, but very appreciative of my efforts as I worked to make our first time together a memorable one."Cindy was right, you're good,". "Lil: A real nasty one but I'd be alright I swear."Well if your sure breakfast is ready downstairs."Lil: Thanks, I won't be long. DownstairsMist: I'd take eggs and pancakes."Right away."Touta: Oh hi Mist.Mist: Hi, you hungry?Touta: Yeah like I haven't eaten in days.Angy: Hi old friend, what you do?Mist and Touta: We were just about to have breakfast.Mist: Wanna join?Angy: Yeah."What you want?"Touta: A complete breakfast.Angy: Pancakes please."Right away."Slayze: Good to see all of you.Touta:.