And the proper term for them isbreasts," I added. She thanked me for being so nice and then transfixedher eyes on the bulge in my pants. She stared ...t it, almost in a trance orsomething. "Do you want to see it?" I asked. She looked back at my face and pausedfor a moment, then nodded. I thought to myself, "Jackpot baby! It's time to play a little game ofI show you mine, now you show me yours." I got up and unbuttoned my pants.She stood about 2 feet away from me watching my crotch. Then her eyes got a gleam in them. She sauntered over to Mike, put her hands on his chest, nestled against him and breathlessly said, "I think I will do things to you and you will tell me anything I want." Her hands were slowly moving downward. They reached his belt and her fingertips insinuated themselves under the belt and into his pants. Mike's muscles were fluttering from the contact and what it meant. His mind racing ahead with the possibilities. Jana felt the tension in his body and. While the school tended to be split between Jews and Catholics, her unusual complexion suggested her ancestry was Sephardi, distinguished from the Ashkenazi of central and northern Europe. her waist-length black hair, smooth and gleaming.From the packages she carried, she obviously had been shopping. Miniskirts became acceptable school wear only in my 1965-1966 school year--we had graduated in 1966--and then with caution. Hers was especially short. In addition, I realized that I was seeing her. I probably had plenty of time to back up and reload, or draw one of my secondary weapons, but they were moving slower now towards me, fighting off my Commands of Banishment, and facing me in a staggered line, approaching one at a time. Damned vanity ... I pulled out my silver runed sword cane and performed a good bit of directly applied chastisement to their rapidly shrinking and dissipating forms. A minute later and all three had been Banished and made to permanently Depart.These specific guys.