And then, pushing my luck, I added casually, ‘And,er, am I in the spare bedroom again tonight?’ ‘Oh.’ She had not thought of this. ‘Er, no, ...I suppose not. But …’ She held up a prohibitory hand. I made a gesture of meek acceptance and she smiled, only for a moment, before she remembered how angry she was supposed to be, but I saw it. After that, we had a drink, watched a film on television, had a number of conversational exchanges in a relatively cordial manner, and went to bed. In my case the. This whole time I'm feeling up her thighs & her stroking my arm. I eventually went ahead and asked her about those voluptuous tits that I managed to not motor boat all night."So, I gotta ask ya are they real?" I ask while looking her up & down with a mischievous grin on my face."Well, yeah they are. I've had 2 k**s, look feel em'," with a shocked but confident look on her face she grabs my hand and slams it under her tit."Now get your hand under my boob and jiggle it up and down," she said. Not that there was anything to see outside at 4am, but the reflection cast back from the illuminated carriage showed her prey was taking advantage of her supposed distraction. She grinned behind her hand as she watched him bend forward for a better look at her legs, eyes locked to the lace top of her stocking peeping out from under the tight denim. Almost as an afterthought, he grabbed his mobile phone from a pocket and began fiddling with it. She frowned slightly. That spoilt the game. Here. Sargent Driscoll and his partner ran outside to report the escape and probable destination. Being a devote Baptist, he knew the value of faith. Now was one of the times he called all of it to him, to try to cope with the little girl. She was as strong as a horse and could walk through walls and disappear.Mom decided to speed things up. The girl appeared between the two men and her tractors picked them up, as if a strong girl did the duty. They flew no more than one minute, and the men stopped.