What could it hurt?"Sure," I said, enjoying the help.A few minutes later I realised we were near the fitting rooms."We've got a couple of tops and thi... Alice band. I think you shouldreally try them on so we can see which fits you best."I withdrew a little at the thought of what was next."Is something wrong?" Sandra asked."I.....The skirt. I have it with me and-" I saw it in your bag. I think it would be best if you try the topswith your skirt," she suggested."That's a good idea. Do you mind. Ifyou're feeling better, you can join me." No. I'll stay here. My legs are still a little rubbery."Ralph nodded, and left. Dash finished the drink, and got another one. Hehadn't told the brothers yet, but he had a better reason for runningaway than just the money. He had...needs.As much as people hated child molesters, none of them fully understoodthe quirk of the human mind that made them. He hadn't wanted to considerchildren attractive, it was like a man liking blondes or fat chicks, orhell,. Usually this was a slow afternoon for them. Perhaps these cars weren't all customers. It would be pretty unusual to have the bar packed in the afternoon. It wasn't even this busy on Saturday nights.Buddy could hear the laughter and noise as he got out of the taxi. It sure sounded like the BRANDYWINE was full. He just couldn't believe it. This had never been a very popular bar. They were just barely making it when he'd left."Damned!" Buddy gasped as he pushed open the door. The bar was jammed. That sort of attention deserves a reward, don't you think.”“I... Well....” My cheeks burned. My dick throbbed. “Y-you're married.”“Mmm, we don't need to worry about Luke. He's not here, but you...” Her skirt rose higher revealing that she didn't wear pantyhose but thigh-high stockings. Black garters held the day nylons up. I swallowed, a tangy scent filling my nose.Her pussy.“You're here, Henry,” she moaned, her skirt rising higher. She had a beauty mark on her inner, right thigh right.