I moved them upward to her shoulder blades, digging my thumbs around them, eliciting sounds of approval from her. After a bit my hands went around and...cupped her breasts.She gasped but this time did not move my hands away. Those hands, directed by a portion of her own consciousness and knowing what she liked, massaged the flesh of her small breasts, my fingers skillfully, lightly, pinching her nipples at intervals. When she was ready, Steph-in-me moved one of my hands back down, between her. He lives with his uncle, but his uncle's always at work. From time to time I catch this boy looking at me with those perverted little boy eyes. Staring at my boobs popping out of my shirt. Knowing he was looking at me, I'd tease him a bit. Bending down infront of him, Winking at him or blowing him a kisses. It's so funny because he's so shy. I bet he's even masturbated thinking about me before. I can only imagine what he'd do with me if I'd gave him the chance. I was getting groceries out of my. Peter suggested they walk over to a local pub and Lansing readily agreed. Over a couple of beers Peter talked about quantum mechanics and the physicist Igor Dmitriyevich Novikov and the theories of David Deutsch who came up with a proposal for the time evolution equations. Lansing realized this was way over his head. He then opened up a bit about the several cases of mysterious rape.As Lansing was talking, Peter was shocked to discover just how sloppy he had been. This might have been less. Thanks Mike."Monster was keeping tabs on my location with the installed GPS in my vehicle so he was waiting for me as I came in. He brought me up to speed on the FBI's surveillance of the crime family in Peoria. I guess Mr. Hal Johnson has been in contact and has pretty much been told if he fails making the deal with me that his little pecker will be in a mason jar before month's end.I guess they're still pissed he caused them so much money screwing that receptionist. Since it was his actions.