Complete with mannequin campers and a fully pitched tent. The camping display felt isolated from the rest of the store by the high shelves of neighbor...ng sections. As if the designers had purposely created a clearing in the middle of the store to make their customers feel cutoff from the rest of the mall.“My dad wants to give you something,” Lily prompted.Floyd wordlessly handed Sona his Breeding Pass.Lily was practically jumping with excitement. “It’s a Breeding Pass!” she exclaimed.Looking at. ” “Marcie, the blouse was lavender and did you hear me? I said the pearls matched. I have a stinking suspicion that her shoes matched too!” “Oh,” she said. On Friday afternoon I was the only one in the shop, taking stock of what needed to be ordered. I was getting ready to close for the day when the telephone rang. “Hi, this is Wendy”. “Wendy?” I questioned. Then, recognizing the voice, “Oh, hi Miss Jeffries?” “Mr. Fabrik,” she said tentatively. “You were in my office the other day, about the. .. and I was hoping you could help me scratch it." She licked her dark blue lips and the moisture made them glint. She was trying to be erotic in her gestures but all that blue just didn't do it for me."You already have plenty of help to scratch itches." I knew what she was talking about."Fine," her eyes drifted over me again, "Then how about a good old-fashioned fuck?" Talking about direct.I shook my head with a slight grin. My charm was working on her and she would probably throw herself at. No weirdness or anything which was great. I was still very attracted to her and often had dirty thoughts but there were no urges or massive desires to fuck her like there previously were. A couple weeks ago, the urges crept back into my head. My wife and I went to a charity function that my in-laws attended too. She looked amazing that night. She wore a brown dress, heels, had her hair pulled back and looked really sexy. My head wasn't the only head she turned that night. In a private moment.