They were in their late teens, but were about as mature as a couple of eight year olds! they whispered and giggeled looking in my direction, but i kno... how bratty kids can be at that age, looking to bug an older girl like me (I'm 24)! so I ignored them, returning to my book. it was dificult, as every sound they made was clearly an attempt to get my attention!suddenely,I felt tiny spit-balls of rolled up paper ploping onto my book pages! I glared toward them, seeing their smug little faces. "I mean, do you think of me when you stick you hands on that cock?" She a a sly look on her face and I was beginning to regain my composure but was still stunned.When, Pam, reached across the sofa and grabbed my now rapidly growing penis. The rubbing began only senconds after the first touch, and I was the hardest I ever had been in my entire life.Then, I heard, in my stunned solitude my zipped being undone. And felt her cool soft hand as it squeezed my head and saft.It was time for me to get. Since we certainly cannot show Hannah making soil in a kids’ show, the female’s act will be made known to the audience by Hannah speaking about the acts as they occur.“OMG it stinks in here! This is so lame! And now I need to make dukie again, oh-em-gee this is so laaaame! I totally can’t even stop, I totes don’t wanna get caught by that smelly insect-thing again! Like, hello? Like, it’s called a shower? Like, your body? Like, it stinks of fish? And like, when you were abducting me you were. I need to think of some way to give him something to do, though. Right now he’s just sitting at home. I’d be bored to death.”“Yeah,” said Ted, amazed that she was acting just like anybody else. “I’ll think about that,” he hazarded.“Good,” she said. “By the way, thanks for talking to Bobby about the sets. He’s been very helpful.”“You’re welcome,” said Ted weakly. He’d watched the Twilight Zone on TV just last night, and was wondering if maybe he had entered it.That feeling persisted as lunch.