"Manger de la merde, Jacques," Zoe spat as she led Jessica away fromthe oily co-pilot."How- how does Annabelle put up with him?" Jessica wondered alou...d."Oh?" Natalie laughed. "It wasn't that long ago that you said thatthey were perfect for each other..." Yeah, well things change, okay?" Jessica asked. "Can we just gohome?" Sure," Natalie said. "And me and Zoe are on flights tomorrow, so nosurprise party, I promise. Not tonight, anyway!" Jessica half-sighed,half-laughed at Natalie's. "I blinked, "sir?" Colt, Torres is not going to stop. Now come to my place. My granddaughters are staying with me and will let you in."I cleared my throat, "are you sure sir? Remember what happened last year." They are old enough now and if they want to spread their legs and let you fuck them than I say ride them hard."I grinned, "okay. I take it you know what happened at the station?"He snorted, "it was not unexpected. Use the door from the shop and one of the girls will let you in."I. All in all, quite a memorable sight to be presented with at the end of the afternoon.His apology seemed to dry up in his throat and as I looked up at him, I saw his eyes flicker constantly from between my legs to my chest. I'm pretty sure the sparkle in his big blues had nothing to do with the advice I'd just given him, and I was quite confident the broad smile forming was an expression of his appreciation of my attire. If he liked looking at the translucent polka dot bra I was wearing, then he. I was watching his mouth move. He had luscious full lips, always parted in a smile when he wasn’t talking. Our knees were now touching and it felt burning hot. He was running his hand softly over my bare thigh. It made me feel totally warm and secure. I felt myself zoning out a little but didn’t have the stoned feeling I got from weed. I felt really good. And so did his jeans clad thigh. I don’t remember when I put my hand there. I watched my hand moving up and down his thigh, tracing the.