And the truth is, I was soon to learn that had indeed been the class of man she’d dated most of her adult life, but what I didn’t know was that sh...’d been treated quite badly by a couple of them, especially the last one. She’d fled that relationship and moved across the country in an attempt to forget about him and to find a new sort of life. I guess we were just both in the right place at the right time. I woke up hung over as hell the next morning. I had to work that afternoon and evening,. There weren’t any witnesses, of course – there’d never be any witnesses in the Dog Run. It was an impossibility, like a perpetual motion machine or an honest politician. TheDog Run was the worst part of town, the old slaughterhouse district that seemed to be built of ruin and despair. Crime wasn’t just something that happened in the Dog Run, it was the foundation of it. Witnesses just didn’t exist in the Dog Run, even in broad daylight on a crowded street.But everybody knew. Her pimp, a guy. I pulled out a black satin pair of boy shorts with lace trim and imagined her perfect perky buttocks peeking out of the bottom. White and soft and wishing those mounds of flesh be pressed against any part of my body. She had some hot pink bras, some plain black, some though were tiger striped. My legs grew weak imagining the parts of her body touched by these fabrics. The outer cup of her bras pressed against her shirts, just one thin layer away from being viewed by all. The inner cup cradling. Crystal stuck her hand out and motioned for me to come over there. I stood up off the bed, my hardening cock hanging down below the bottom of my shirt and walked up behind Beth. I put my arms around her and my hands on her breasts. I moved my hands up to her shoulders and slid her bra straps off. I started kissing the back of Beth’s neck and the top of her back, moving my hands back to her tits. Beth pulled Crystal ’s bra down, exposing her breasts. They were either a large C cup or.