He could barely breath; his voice was a croak. "What someone should've done a long time ago, Jenn. Taking you in hand"Horrified, Jenny stared into his... eyes. He was looking from her to the exercise room he set up when he came back from the Marines. The one her dad helped him set up. The one they soundproofed.Jenny was scared.Alex's thoughts raced through his head. He tried to tell himself this was his sister but he could see all the little flashes. The games she'd been playing... Maybe he could. They hugged your ass like no other pants around as they had a slight stretch to them. The waist rose only three inches above her crotch showing off her pierced belly button on a flat thin stomach. The front of the jeans buttoned up with only three shiny brass buttons all slightly smaller than a dime. These medium faded blue jeans fit her like they were painted on or her skin. Two larger pockets on the fronts started level with her crotch and went down the front of her legs about 5 inches. On. ! Her lush, rounded buttocks hollowed and writhed wantonly beneath their pudgy, relentless caresses, a sudden urgency of tremors rippling erotically over her youthful flesh.She heard his rammish laugh and tried to picture his face, but couldn't. Oh God, why didn't he do it... ? Why didn't he fuck her, whoever he was, instead of taunting her this way? She couldn't resist the pleasurable thought of his cock slipping into her... ! "Ooahhh," she moaned aloud as she felt his thick finger slide up. When Paul had disappeared around the corner, Danny walked up to one of the delivery doors and knocked. He was admitted without questions.The Gaslight Café was a typical urban restaurant with small tables that were too close together. The décor was dark and altogether fake. Even the fern in the vase next to the cash register up front was plastic.Sitting at a table across from the window, Danny could look out over West Allendale Avenue and watch the people go past without them seeing him. He.