After a few minutes, he looked at me and said, “Know what boy? I might just have another little treat in store for ya. How would you like to touch i...t?”Did I ever and I obeyed every single word he said as he approached and put it in front of me and he told me I could start any time. His shaft was so hard and that sculptured cockhead so soft and sexy and my fingers and thumb squeezed softly all the way down his shaft and back up.I caressed it and trembled with the reminders that I was actually. They looked like aging cheerleaders and each had high, perky, impossibly perfect breasts that seemed out of place on their slim bodies. Cassie felt incredibly ordinary-looking by comparison. She overheard one say to the other, “I’m tempted to take up French again.”“I know. I’d be happy to get a detention if he was in charge,” the other woman gushed. “Ooh-la-la!”“Ah, oui. Il est trés beau!” They both laughed and continued down the hallway.Intrigued, Cassie crept up to the classroom to peer. Polgar was an older man that both he and Eva had become quite fond of and a useful source of information and tools, like the Yarygin PY pistol that Wolfgang had used on the bridge the night before."Was it difficult to convince him to part with it?" Eva wondered."At first," Wolfgang said with a small nod. "But he quickly realized that I wouldn't take no for an answer. We reached an agreeable price soon after that." I bet," she laughed lightly, returning the package so that Wolfgang could stow it. He walked down the hall to his sister’s bedroom and rapped on the door of Ronni’s bedroom. ‘What?’ Ronni called. Al stuck his head in. ‘Hey, sis, my blow dryer’s broke, could I…?’ he said. He stopped when he realized his sister was crying. ‘What’s the matter?’ ‘Oh…nothing,’ Ronni sniffled. ‘Come on,’ Al said as he walked over to her bed. ‘This is your brother. You can tell me.’ He sat on the bed next to his sister, noticing the filmy nightgown she wore. It did little to conceal her lovely.