She runs her hands gently underneath her tits, and then settles with the forefingers and thumbs rolling the nipple between them. She rolls, and pinche...s, and pulls the nipple, stretching the breasts. She tugs them around, watching him watching her. ‘You want these to be your hands, don’t you? You want to feel these tits in your hands, don’t you? They’re so soft and squeezable. My nipples are so hard. They really want to be man-handled. They really want to be sucked. Do you think you’ve earned. "It's about time you guys got out here!" he admonished them. "We got a multiple gunshot victim here! She could bleed to death any second!"He turned back, leading the small group of orderlies around behind the ambulance and was met by a fierce blast of winter wind that blew his cap completely off. He climbed in the back, then suddenly stopped."Holy shit! She's gone!" he cried out. Stunned and surprised, he backed out of the van and looked around wildly."Somebody's taken her!" he yelled. "But. "Yeeeeeesssss?" She drawled, and giggled."Well, I was wondering... well... if you would go out with me."Meggan stiffened in Josh's arms. She didn't say anything. And Josh held his breath.He looked at her. She was a small girl, with dainty little hands and feet. She was built fairly small, too, but definitely had all the curves in all the right places. She was blonde, with green eyes, and a small splatter of freckles across the bridge of her nose. She had her long hair in a ponytail. Her hands. "Ron smiled and trotted off, he felt like he had all the time in the world to make it. He went to the theatre door and told the pimply kid in the maroon jacket and black slacks standing in his way that he needed to use the bathroom. After a few seconds to absorb this surprising dilemma, the boy let him in and pointed out the lobby facilities to his right. The kid immediately went back to his teenage daydreams until an older pimply boy, who was his boss, called him away.Within sight of the men's.