The cook says it’s not good in a family restaurant.”She turns around slowly so we can see everything. “Oh! One thing boys. If I’m naked, you a...e too!”Paul babbles, “What! We didn’t say anything about that!”Dear readers, I have wanted to see Paul’s cock and balls for years. This is like a double dream come true for me. As long as I’ve known him, whenever we are at the urinals pissing, he’s always hidden his junk from my sight. I start to undress. Paul continues to protest, “You are ok with us. I moved into a stable position and glared at them. Both stopped."One chance. Run ... and don't stop."One guy looked like he wanted to get froggy. His buddy clearly wasn't on board, reaching down and grabbing his clothes. Seeing his only backup moving to get out, he chose the same fate. When they went out the door, I turned to the bleeding and moaning Mertz. His eyes widened as I leaned over him, grabbed him by the back of the neck, and lifted his head up to within inches of mine."When she wakes. Such a pretty little puppet with pretty little lips…” I almost jumped out of the chair when I felt her finger nails sc**** against my inner thigh. I was sitting there in only a blouse, bra, and underwear. I was at her mercy; the mercy of her voice.“Your legs spread so easily my little toy. My, my, my, aren’t we warm here!” She pressed firmly against my lower lips and my legs trembled in want, “But I have much more talking to do. Your flesh is like fine silk,” her tongue rolled against my ear as. ’ Pause. ‘This is the first–time–anybody’s–even talked–to me.’ Long pause. ‘Yes, I–lied–to you. Nothing–is all right.’ Another pause. ‘I’m all alone–and I don’t know–what to do.’ Then she completely dissolved in tears. I was torn: should I take hold of her shoulders and rest her head on my shoulder, or go to the other extreme and avoid touching or any other form of personal involvement? What the hell, this is a case for a social worker, some agency that helps people with problems. But what if.