Her arms and shoulders were toned and smooth, her long neck and collarbones standing out on her thin frame. Her rib cage framed her flat stomach. Her ...hite bra was a bit too small for her growing breasts. How old is she? I hope she is legal ageI went back to my drafting table as though I was updating my sketch of her. “That looks a lot better. You have a beautiful figure.. That sweater was covering too much. “She liked this.. her smile peaked just a little as she looked at me. I. Trust me,” says Reyna enthusiastically. Reyna leans over the corner of the table towards Carl and makes eye contact. A moment passes between them, and I remember June in the bathroom stall. Oh, shit. “Go. Sip. Try.” Carl looks skeptical, but takes a sip. His eyes widen, and he looks at Reyna in surprise. She nods at him, encouraging him to drink more. “See? You should trust me, Carl. I’m always right about these things. About most things. Go. Drink more.” Carl takes another sip, then a long. Jessica seemed less than thrilled with her husband’s gift. I think Jess knew that Jim had the hots for my wife Patty. I was thinking maybe we could get a little swap going but I quietly watched to see what would happen next. Jessica opened the package and soon held the sleazy panties in her hand. ‘Want me to try them on Jim?’ she teased. Without waiting for an answer, my little s****r in law pulled off her pajama bottoms and I was briefly treated to a shot of her bare pussy before she slipped. The laughter sped too, and became a howl. A white screen, and silence. A grassed field greened the screen, with the distant blurred silhouettes of trees. In the foreground, a single flower grooved to the slow beat of the breeze, on which the camera zoomed. It morphed, through some rather backyard visual effects, into a simple logo. After panning out, it was clear the logo adorned a large canister of nerve-gas. Clear, in that it looked as a large nerve-gas canister perhaps should, also aided by.