She kissed me I can feel her got breath,I put my right arm on her shoulder and kissed her she hug me and kissed me ,we fourgot ourself,I press her boo...obs ,boath one by one.I put my finfers on her pussy above the sarry,she put one thigh on the chair rest and allove more gape to finger her pussy. suddenly light on for the intermission. she told me ofter two years some one male tuching her.again the light off she open ber blouse and cover with sarry,I press and squese them ,the other hand lift. Not long now...I was prepared to find the Chalmers Street launderette bulldozed into something new and unrecognisable, but it was still there, and the same old facade in yellow-grey London brick carried great emotional force.For this was where it had all started when I was a sulky sixteen, quarrelling with my father every weekend, and allowed to sit in that warm, steamy launderette, if I would help the manageress to tidy-up at closing. God knows she wasn't a beauty, all double chins and missing. "Bonita giggled and said, "Let's play that one about 'Save a Horse, Ride a Cowboy."The kids bantered for a while, trying to convince me the first two suggestions were what they wanted to learn. I told them I would go on the internet to get the music and lyrics. They continued practicing the scales as I left.It didn't take a lot to get sheet music downloaded. I wanted some real classics, so I found the "Wabash Cannonball" and "Hey Good Lookin'" as both would be fun lyrics. Then I thought a love. I used this time to relax, repair, and repaint.The operation was making enough money to pay expenses with a little bit left over for me. That's why I was sitting on my behind enjoying an adult beverage and watching the fire.For a lot of years I had more than one drink at night to help me sleep. You see I was a homicide detective for over 20 years in a big city. I saw a lot of man's inhumanity to man.At night I would wake up seeing those dead faces. And when I did, I woke up screaming. By.