I’ll ring you later this week.’ She turned and was gone. The working week started when Peter was in the office answering the phone. ‘Mr. O’Bri...en? Could you accept a call from Miss Jennifer Blake?’ Peter was sure Jennifer’s Personal Assistant was giggling. What? As if I could not accept a call from Jennifer, was Peter’s reaction but he replied, ‘Most certainly, I’ll take all her calls.’ ‘Peter, can you help me?’ Jennifer’s sweet hoarseness made Peter’s heart pound. ‘Jennifer, I’ll do everything. Our teacher Mister Wilkins opined that the circus folk were nothing less than creatures of the devil incarnate.Of course, he was one of those grown-ups that required liquid refreshments of the moonshine variety well before the five o’clock hour on almost every school day. Our community was so starved for the need of something “different” that the circus was always a big hit. There was no doubt that all residents from little tots to grannies with their canes and false teeth (when they remembered. She needed him inside her, only then could she truly see him. Dangling her breasts over his stomach, she pressed them against his skin and slid her way up his chest. What she found waiting for her was his mouth, burning and open, and she clasped her lips against his as though to drink him in. She could not get enough of his kisses, of his mouth on hers. He tugged at her lips with his and forced his tongue into her mouth so she could hardly breathe. It made her light and giddy, and just when she. Lucy didn’t even blink. Damn her, the bitch. I sat forward on the sofa, and leaned back. I began to slowly unbutton my top, just enough to show the swell of my breasts. My hands ran down over my tummy, and then caressed my hips before I ran my fingers up the insides of my thighs, coming to rest either side of my pussy. My left hand began to caress my mound, lightly twirling the pubic hair. The dampness from before was still there, the situation and the way Lucy had taken control was keeping.