Probably drawn to the skimpier outfit.Or maybe they knew that she was Keisha's granddaughter.He set up a bicerin in its insulated clear cup. He cradle... it in hishands and breathed into the cup.The woman noticed. She switched sides. "New product?" she asked.Kinny nodded. "Bicerin. It's Italian, I think. Or French. Can I getyou one?"She dropped exact change onto the counter. Kinny nodded. He set herup."This is quite good."Soon, Kinny had almost as many customers as Noel.The tip jar, however, was. ”“She wouldn’t dare.”Jake remained silent. He wished he could read Mr. Finch. But he would have to be content to exploit weaknesses that he had detected that morning.“Hello, are you still there?”“Yes, Mr. Finch. Well, if you’re not interested then I’ll let you go. I just thought I would try to help.”“No. I’ll meet you there. What time?”“Both you and your wife, Mr. Finch. I won’t talk unless you’re both there.”“Okay, goddamn it. What time?”“It’s almost one o’clock now. How about. ” I told her. “Oh, is it mostly my behind?” She asked. “Mostly…”I said casually. “Well, to be honest, I’ve stared at you a few times too,” she told me. “And to be truthful Rajat, if it wasn’t for the trouble with affairs, I’d try more then just staring at a guy like you.” Trouble with affairs? I asked myself, what was she talking about? “Oh, I understand, you can hardly trust anyone with stuff like that.” I answered. She moved a little closer to me, “Can I trust you, Alan?” “Yes…” I answered.. I knew this was something I wanted more of.Back to the sex store! This time I bought a very slim line vibrator with a bulbous head, not big but bigger than my fingers! Again all through the drive home I was wiggling in my seat and could hardly wait to play with my new toy. This time I climbed right into my bed and inserted my ben wah balls first and rolled my hips around feeling the balls clang around in my drenched cunt. I had purchased proper lube this time and I greased up the pole I was.