I go to the local shopping center and i affix to the staff wanted board a piece of paper which reads'':Good typist required on wednesday 4pm to 6pm an... saturday 9am to 11am,20 dollar per hour,interview at 8am saturday at this address''The response is excellent,especially because most applicants are 18 years old girls from the local school.i already have five very satisfactory options to choose from so i tell my wife to send away the dozen people still waiting outside.Suddenly i hear my wife. The smiles vanished from Chelsea and Sarah's faces as they looked down at the knickers on the floor, then up at me. I was frozen to the spot through fear as Sarah folded her arms across her chest, covering her boobs. Chelsea reached into her tracksuit pocket and pulled out her phone: "ok cock muncher. I want a record of this. Hold out your arms, legs apart." Chelsea, what the fuck? Just kick him out!" Sarah said"No way. I want to teach this fucktard a lesson. If you don't want to help, go and. Ive see the girls once or twice a month, one looks to be between nine and ten and her sister is two or three years younger. They live in dump of a house in a bad section of town and the girls are always dressed in old dirty clothes. And the girls are so unbelievably cute, Juan is of Spanish heritage and his wife is Oriental. The girls have the slim female Latino features but with Oriental eyes. THE GIRLS ARE GORGOUS! But Juan has a theory about a secret life that I live that no one else has any. Memories of childhood, not that long ago, when he would climb into bed with me as we listened to our parents outbursts told me he was not always this way, he just trusted me to look after him, always, as I did of him.I really must be in a dream like state, that or just stupid as it took me a minute to realize where my right hand now was since moving last, openly over Mark's erection, on the bulge in his underwear anyway. Quickly I pulled away, my intention to help aide my left hand which right.