“OK it was the boy next door – we did it a few days ago” she pulled the crotch of her bikini bottoms aside revealing a delightful slice of dark ...ussy flesh “he put it in me and we fucked, for like hours. He was really hot”.“The boy next door – you mean the Vicar’s son! He must be at least three years older than you – how could he? Did he hurt you, baby girl? I should have words with your dad”.“No, no –it didn’t hurt – he was actually quite gentle – and only a fairly small prick. And yes, before. I would always wink at him and flirt with him, always leaning over him to collect an imaginary object over the table so his face was practically buried in my tits. One night he came in late, and as I was closing up alone, I seized my opportunity. “What are you doing here so late, Graham? Need a warm bed?” I winked. “Traffic was a nightmare sunshine, going to have to stay in a hotel up the road for the night. It 'aint so bad, I get to stay here until it closes!” He attempted to flirt back. He. There was a lot of backslapping from the men and a few tears from the women, why is it they get all clucky at the mention of a baby?'Out in the yard Billy sat me behind the wheel of the store's van. He explained what all the switches and knobs were for and then asked me if I knew the hand signals, something clicked in my brain 'hand signals what happened to the trafficators?' Billy ran through the signals, right arm straight out for a right hand turn and arm at ninety degrees to signal a. Nofriends to visit, no camps to go on. Nothing.So that, I guess, is why I accepted the job ad. They wanted an Easterbunny for some kids' parties at the National Park on Easter Saturday. Itseemed like quite a good gig: $200 for 7 hours' work. I would arrive tosetup at 9.00, then there would be groups of kids from 10 to 11, 12 to1, and 2 to 3, with an hour break to clean up and setup between eachone, and then we'd pack up and be finished at 4.My mother dropped me off at the park at 5 minutes to.