I'll run you to my apartment. Its only 10 minutes away and you can dry off and wait till the storm passes." Are you sure?" Of course I am. Look at you... You're shivering now. Stand here and I'll get my car," directed Cindy. She raced to her old car, hopped in and pulled it to the door. Gina set the alarm, locked the front door and jumped in the open passenger door. Cindy took one look at Gina's legs, her skirt plastered to them and stepped on the accelerator.They drove the short distance to. “Nah,” another child suggested. “It’s Jack and Jill sittin’ in a tree.”“K-I-S-S-I-N-G,” added another in a yellow dress.Paul and Paula rolled their eyes.“You got the names wrong,” Paula told them.“And the spelling,” added Paul.“Oh yeah?” the obvious bully snorted, his hands on his hips. “Well why don’t you geniuses enlighten us!”The two nine-year-olds looked at each other and grinned.“Bruce and Lucy sittin’ in a tree,” they chanted together, “F-U-C-K-I-N-G!”The gang of older kids looked. The sitting room next to the living room with a lovely fireplace and large flat screen tv above it. The study has bookcases on one wall, partially filled—the desk in one corner with Tim’s laptop on, and a printer near it. There is not a lot of furniture in here at the moment. Then on to the formal dining room, which Abbie sees is set for the two of them close together at one end of the table. Then the enormous kitchen with everything new and shiny, and the amazing aromas of something ready for. It was like some sort of zombie movie, except instead of gore drooling from his mouth, he was panting alcohol fumes in my direction. He got his hands in motion, and began a breast exam. I managed to keep him on his side of the console, but let me tell you, I was happy he had a stick shift! That and the complications of his seat belt were all that kept him from trying to climb into my lap. As it was, he spent the entire trip pawing my tits, and telling me what a great lover he was. I have to.