He noticed that she was fidgeting considerably, her hands seemed to twist together and then go to her chest or to tap on her thighs. She was leaning b...ck on her heels and swaying from foot to food. Finally, the barista handed the drink over and she turned and faced him. She was very attractive, not drop dead beautiful by any means, but she had a nice italian face, olive skin, very long black hair that seemed a little unkept or was ruffled by a long work day, and a fit-but-curvy figure that. Your body arches and you cry out as you start to come. I rip off the towel caressing your body watching it spasm as you release – you let out a sigh and relax on the bed. I take another lick and kiss you again – you suck my tongue tasting the cold chocolate ice cream – you’re favorite. I move down your body – ‘I haven’t finished with you yet!!’ I say as I take yet another lick. You bend your head and watch me as I lick the ice cream onto your clit. You let out a scream ‘oooooh’ as the freezing. " That's horrible!" What do you expect from a freak?." Added Mindy, "I expect he's one of those sad little men who has never had a real girlfriend so just tries to freak out any attractive women he sees. And we just happen to be on his bus route. It's creepy, but I don't' want to give him the satisfaction of thinking he can get a reaction from him." So we both just try to ignore him." Continued Sally."I think I'd try to rip him a new one if I ever caught a guy perving on me in public." Said. It was about brushes and combs again. "What the hell can be so important about which one uses which brush and comb?" he wondered in that early morning daze caused by too much alcohol the night before. He looked at the clock and saw that it was only a little after seven in the morning. "I thought teenagers didn't wake up before noon on weekends," he grumbled.He took a deep breath, held it for a count of ten, and let it out. He got up from bed, grabbed his brief case, and took out a black magic.