As they all leant over, talking to the baby, the mum slipped her hand up her daughters school skirt, the girl looked towards her mum and said somethin..., pushing her hand away. But mummy was insistant and slipped it back up, the girl didn’t look too happy, as she straightened up. Both women also stood up and turned thier attention to the girl. The friend was saying something to her and started stroking her hair, while mummy stroked her face against her daughters. The girl obviously wasn’t keen. . I sighed. At least the child-traffickers are slowly going out of business.My senses are super-developed. As I approached a clearing in the forest, the wind was to my face. I sniffed and detected a super-faint trace of human sweat, and something else... gun oil I thought. A bit strange, the white-tail deer were not in season now. I slowed down my speed to something that's humanly possible as I emerged from the deep forest and into tall grass and shrubs.There was a short ridge ahead of me,. The bus lurched from side to side, as the driver more or less threw it around the bends, Tom became aware of a breast pushing into his elbow. He cautiously looked around at the woman next to him as she turned the other way to grasp one of the upright poles. Tom was sure it was Laura and he looked a little puzzled as to why she had not said hello. Then the bus stopped to let off passengers, Tom once again tried to get Laura’s attention but she refused to look at him. Then he felt a hand on his. Diana would sit on the sofa and sip her wine. Then she would slowly rest her head back and open up her robe. Her hand would drift down between her thighs as see pictured the stock boy. She always seemed to push her cart down his aisle at just the right moment. He would be bent over stocking the shelf and his firm tight ass hung in midair. One time she stopped right behind him while pretending to read her grocery list. She would look past the small paper in front of her eyes and gaze at his.