He wondered what outfit she had been wearing at the guy’s house. "He told me how attractive I was . . . and he reached around and put his hands . . ... on me,” she said cautiously."Show me where he put his hands . . . Lisa,” inquired Uncle Mike. Slowly, the attractive young girl, lifted both her hands to gently cup her titties, and without asking . . . began to slowly massage them . . . as she went on telling the story. This was of course somewhat distracting and certainly began to make him even. ”She smiled. “And I promised to get you something to eat.”I shrugged. “It’s not all your fault. I haven’t said anything else about it.”Danielle came in then. “You’re welcome to anything in the fridge.”I looked from her to Jordan. I didn’t want to stay long enough to eat. I was too scared of what might happen. I shook my head. “It’s cool. I’ll get something when we leave.”Danielle rolled her eyes and looked at Jordan. “Why do men have to make such a big deal out of everything?” Then she moved. Richard rejoined the tour as we continued down the corridor past an open staircase, one section leading to the upper floor and the other leading downward, where I caught just a glimpse of a finished, carpeted room. The corridor finally emptied into a huge oak-paneled, open-beamed family room with a vaulted ceiling. A huge stone fireplace, which appeared to be large enough to roast a small ox, was located against one of the outside walls. Seated in a huge leather recliner was a distinguished. Terry sized her up as he crossed the street and began walking toward her. She was older, probably in her mid 40’s her skin was wrinkled which she tried to hide by wearing tons of makeup. Her obviously dyed red hair was done up to look big. She wore a short red PVC dress that zipped straight down the front and a pair of black PVC platform high heeled boots. She was about 5’6 and very skinny just like Terry. She smiled at him as he walked towards her. “Hi baby, you looking for a good time?” She.