Taking her hand, they walked off toward the station. They walked closer now, and she tucked herself into his arm. His hand dropped to her ass as they ...alked, and tucked into the back of her skirt. Her arm was around his slim waist, feeling his skin, under his shirt. He loved the way her ass moved as she walked. Round, firm and utterly gorgeous. They reach the station, pay for tickets and wait on the almost empty platform. His long coat was undone, and she stepped into his embrace, feeling his. So one day I was in the terrace on a call. She came there to take clothes which were hung to dry. There were many clothes. She was struggling as clothes kept falling on the ground from her hands. Whenever she bent to take them I used to watch those boobs.The dress she wore revealed most of her boobs as it was a deep neck kind of thing. Seeing her struggle, I gave a helping hand to her. She was telling me she can handle it but I didn’t pay any heed to her. So she started the conversation.A: How. “I want you to shoot that woman walking across the street. Put one right in the back of her pretty head. We don’t need her to talk to the Police, all we have to say is on that little recorder in her hand.”Twin cold waves flashed through Lois’s body. The first caused by the notion that she could’ve been the woman out there in the street, unaware that she had just been selected to die to make a point. The second from the knowledge that there was no way she was just going to stand there and let it. Our moment was broken by a voice."Dave?" a voice broke into our embrace. "Dave Simkins?" Dave broke the kiss and turned to look. A tall guy, also well-dressedstood there looking at us. "Dave, you haven't changed at all," he said."Who's the beautiful lady?"Dave stood up and shook hands and then hugged the man. "Jason, man, wherehave you been? It's been years." They obviously knew each other well. "Jason turned to me. "Jason, I want you to meet a special lady. This isSuzie, meet Jason," David.