I used my militart tactics and dived behind a bush.Pointing my Glock between the sparse branches, I eyed the girl carefully. She was talking with a fr...iend who was also hot and walking towards the door. "well 2 wouldn't hurt" i thought.I decided to lure them to the edge of the schoolyard. I tied a piece of transparent fishing line to a 20-dollar bill and threw it so it landed in front of them."Look, a 20-dollar bill connected to a length of transparent fishing line!" Exclaimed the first. They must want to play.”‘This chic is nuts’ you think but answer. “So um where are they?”“Come on back I will show you. You are going to love them.” She flashes you a coy smile that makes you think she is hiding something. She leads you back past some black curtains and eventually into a odd little showroom with one padded shelf with only 4 dolls, all look absolutely perfect, you are amazed at the craftsmanship, you can’t see a single seam, and the eyes even sparkle with a depth almost. He assumed that she was merely washing herself off with the shower but she kept it there for a longer time than necessary. It was only when he saw her closing her eyes and throwing her head back slightly that he realised she was somehow enjoying the sensations of the water hitting her pussy. He knew nothing of the female anatomy and didn't know how Emma was finding this so enjoyable but he loved seeing his big Sister finding it pleasurable. He watched in wide eyed delirium as Emma put her free. The aluminium doors opened and there stood a room cleaning girl, resplendent in French Black, like a girl fresh out of a Classical Hotel maid, right down to her black stockings.'Good Morning', she said politely, as she manoeuvred her cleaning trolley into the elevator, pushing myself and my husband to the back. 'I am going only to the next floor', she apologised, her voice melodic and her face angelic.She was a girl, 16, maybe 17, no older, but there was something about her I found charming,.