I then lifted her jumper over her head and removed it as she now sat there in a white lace bra, her 34c breasts squeezed enticingly out of the top of ...t. I removed my shirt and before long she wriggled out of her skirt, now we were sat there with nothing but our underwear still on. Glancing across we noticed that the other couple were still putting on a show for the old guy who was now wanking himself whilst watching, occasionally reaching through the cars open window and fondling the womans. He’d assumed the address would turn out to be a derelict back street warehouse. But that wasn’t all. Jess didn’t turn out to be a thin-lipped, straight-hair and fat butt female. Jess had more curves that a train track through the Rockies, lips that were screaming silently to be kissed and beautifully shaped breasts that anorexic models would dream of growing once they were retired and resumed eating. He had curly blond hair. Jess had curly blonde hair and that’s about where the similarities. There is a chain dangling between the two clamps, and a series of small weights attached to the chain. The weights are not enough to stretch your tits, but, when they swing, they will tug at your nipples nicely.I am wearing a button-down shirt and slacks ("Nice Pants!" for no stains). Though I'm not wearing a tie or anything formal, my mode of dress might lead one to wonder if I was going to work, to meet company, or to a business lunch.You lie across my lap, being careful to avoid having the. I turned and saw what I could only guess to be a younger versionof Jennifer. She looked to be about 12 years old but was just ascute and beautiful as the older version. And there was alsosomething odd about her - a slight twinkle in her eyes thatdidn't look right. It looked like a small white light in herpupils.The place she had called home was a very nice two-story,white-framed house build on an acre of land. There were treessurrounding the property and along the roadway giving the place.