Would you like to… like to… to feel my... tits?”“No No. No.” Dr. Stone interrupted. “It’s ‘Would you like to feel my tits SIR?’ And ...hile you’re at it you’d better get them out.” She began again. “Would you like to feel my tits, sir?” she mumbled as she undid her apron.“Why thank you. I’ll have a go. Lets see if that helps…” Johnston replied. Her apron cast to the floor and her dress undone, Patricia soon had her tits free of her bra. And soon she felt the cold hands of Dr. Johnston giving them. She has apparently been spending entirely too much time with my girlfriend and my sister."Anita to her credit showed some courtesy and jumped up looking sheepish. "I'm sorry Mr. Dave, I was just joking with Tony. I hope you don't think badly of me. I was just having some fun with Tony. He's kind of easy to tease." It's OK Anita, I wondered at first but I realized it was a joke. Really it's nice to meet you. I read the article in the paper today. I guess you think a lot of Tony now don't. Bass he isn't usually like-" He just started chuckling and shook his head. "No dear it's quite alright, boys will be boys. Here you want to hop up here?" He asked patting the passenger seat with his hand. I popped out and got in the front seat. "I'm glad you decided to stay it's going to be a fun night." He told me and gave my leg a squeeze. I didn't know if it was just the wine but it felt like his hand lingered on my thigh before putting the car into gear and pulling away. We showed. Which is how I found her. ‘What are you doing out here?’ She was sitting on the ground, her knees pulled to her chest, resting her head on them, as if resigned to having the world shit on her for the rest of the day. ‘I forgot my keys, and nobody was home.’ ‘You should have called me! I could have left work early!’ ‘It’s kind of hard when your cell phone dies on you.’ She sighed, standing and walking inside as I opened the door for her. She dropped her bag and fled to the bathroom. When she.