Their melons reddened under each others ardent attention, they heaved and tormented their sensitive flesh till their hands ached and they fell asleep ...are breasted in a loving sisterly embrace. Elsewhere on the farm their mother Julie had been busy with the baby. The infant had kicked over a small jar of oil which spilled all over her. Having put the baby to sleep Julie went to the family shower which was located outside and just off to the left of the house. The rest of the farm was asleep, or. She looked a little nervous and as I studied her more closely. Her bare legs were exposed under her coat. A stray thought wandered across my mind -- what if this petite little thing was completely naked under that coat?"Why don't you take off your coat and stay a while." I asked.With that her face flushed and turned a bright crimson, but again all she said was "Tia said you have to come to the sorority now."My curiosity was definitely peaked so I went along. We walked to the sorority in. --- "It's me." --- said Lilly quietly.The lock clicked, and the door opened slightly. The man looked out and made sure she was alone. Lilly waited patiently. When he was sure, he let her in.The place was filthy. The concrete floor was dirty, with piss stains everywhere. Wet toilet paper was sticking in places. The toilet itself was metal and didn't have a seat you could lift. Not like a lifting seat would stop people from pissing on it, in a place like this.--- "You have to pee, young lady?". I would like to pass on that information so that Mr. Hartwell may take steps to prevent this." One moment please. I will connect you to Mr. Hartwell's staff."After listening to Swing music for a minute, another female voice sounded."Jane McCauley here. Mr. Walcott?" Yes." You are the proprietor of Nasty Secrets, The Naked Truth and Public Meltdown?" Yes, indeed." Mr. Hartwell is on leave over the holidays. I am a partner at Warner, Hartwell & Mitchell, attorneys at law, and I am familiar with.