I washed her shoulders and arms, my fingers pressing a little harder into her flesh. Then using only my fingertips, I stroked soap up her neck and ont... the sides of her face. She turned her face to me and gave me a sultry smile.Filling my hands with lather, I reached for her breasts. Daphne turned her face into the spray again as I stroked her full, wondrous breasts with my fingers and thumbs. I started in from the outer edges and - working my way in circles - slowly came to the puckered, erect. As he opened the door he heard the "tinkle" of a bell, like you might see in a country general store. He scanned the place, and didn't see a soul. He thought that the clerk must be in the back. Rather than wait for the store attendent to return, Jeff started to browse around. Actually the place looked more like an antique store, rather than a magic' shop. The place was filled to the rafters with old, dusty junk. Jeff couldn't understand why anyone would actually buy some of this. .She opened her eyes.Alice had not thought of having a baby of her own since she was a little girl. Walking through the park with her parents, when such time together had led to happy moments, pushing her doll in a stroller. Wanting to be just like Mommy.As she had gotten older, saw, and understood, more, such desires vanished. Babies were to be avoided, a sign of failure by their teen mother. Her own Mother was to be pitied, her example one to be learned from, not emulated.So, whence the. I had access to unlimited, top-grade weed, and for his efforts, I always supplied him with a few ounces of grass.From Marne’s overjoyed expression, I did not wait for a response, before placing two joints and five cigarettes into an empty packet of smokes. After all, I did not want to spoil him too much.“Take it easy, buddy, this weed is strong stuff,” I warned. After I walked Marne to the gate, I concluded, “You’re always welcome to pop in, buddy.”Once I returned indoors, I wondered how long.