“Looks good!” She turns back and says: “Keep or return?” “It looks great on you. Keep.” I’m smiling. “Ok. Thanks for your opinion, I a...preciate it!” “Not a problem” “I’ll quickly try on the next one.” “Sure.”She disappears behind the curtain, pulls it closed. But – I can’t believe what I’m seeing. It’s not fully closed. It’s open, just enough for me to see through the gap. Hardly believing this is true, the scene is unfolding before my eyes. She is standing, pulling down her leggings. Her naked. Scott Brady was a jock. That didn't really do the term justice, actually. Scott Brady was an athlete, who lived and breathed sport. In addition to gym class, he played sport for the school every weekend, and in his local club. It didn't matter which sport - when the football season ended, he went on to the next sport, and so on. In addition, when he didn't have training for whatever sport he was playing that season, Scott came and worked out in the weights room in the school's gym. He was the. He is getting his fingers in me now..." she trailed off, as my fingers began to work in and out. My face was slick with her juices, and my tongue made little circles on her clit. Paula was getting louder now, and really urging me on. Her hands roamed from my hair, to her tits, and back again. I felt her start to tremble. Just a moment later, she shuddered and pushed her cunt against my mouth with a gasp. "Fuck, Scott, I'm fucking cumming! Don't fucking stop!" Suddenly, Eric was at my side. He. When she announced that the lobby was clear of ferals, they moved forward cautiously. Each of their steps produced loud crunching sounds as they ground bits of lead crystal from the fallen and broken chandeliers beneath their feet. They had only penetrated a few yards when they heard the crunch of glass behind them.Turning, Tom saw that at least thirty uniformed officers had followed them in. Before Tom could protest, one of them said, "Look detective, we know you told us to stay out of here,.