L-last week... Last week was nice." I stammered, cursing myself immediately after.It was nice? That's the best I could come up with?She smiled, just b...rely, and I blushed fiercely.My fingers fumbled with the edge of my halter top and my eyes dropped.I too nervous to say anything else, but she wasn't going to meet me halfway."Maybe we could, uhm, go out?" I asked, my voice barely louder than a whisper.She giggled and I felt my heart sink.Was she not interested? Was she just playing with me?I. Thank god for Canadians, I chuckled to myself, admiring the photos on the wall. Two girls - twins, by the look of them - and a son. And, of course, Mom and Dad, standing in the family portrait, with their arms proudly around each other.A perfect nuclear family. There’s nothing I enjoy playing with more.They were even having dinner together. I could’t believe it - the son must have been a high school senior, but he still sat at the table with everyone to eat. They turned to me in shock as I. Inside, his fingers searched and found the jar of water-base petroleum jelly. Working rapidly now, he took a glob of the clear grease and smeared it over the head of his lust-swollen penis. He placed a second glob in the anal crevice of the wantonly writhing teenage girl and, without her being aware of what he was doing, worked the slippery lubricant into her tightly puckered little anus.Ginnie was aware of the older banker's presence back there, his sliding hot cock nudging between her spread. I had to wait before she was available since they don’t take appointments, but it gave me the opportunity to sketch.The place is kind of a discount haircutting place that operates on a first-come-first-served basis, but you can wait for a specific stylist if you want. It’s a typical mall store. There’s a lot of glass out front with the manicurists working there and then six barber chairs plus another four of those reclining chairs where they can wash your hair over a sink. The whole scene was.