Your tongue brushes against my lower lip and on a sigh I open to let you in. Your tongue against mine. Hot, wanting and demanding but oh so sweet. I�...�m stepping out of the dress and you move me against the wall. Your hands are placed next to my head as you step back a little and look over my body. I can see the approval in your eyes as you take every inch of me in.You start kissing my chin, moving slowly down my neck and nibbling your way to my breast.You tell me how much you love my breast just. I’m only eight years old; I’m not ready to suck dicks yet.”Paul’s eyes went wide. He wouldn’t dare ask for a blowjob! OK he had THOUGHT about it, but he wouldn’t dare ASK his girlfriend for it.‘No, no,” he hastened to assure her. “I, I don’t think I’m ready for that yet either. But I was thinking, well we kiss already, and I was thinking ... um ... I was thinking we could try kissing like the big kids do. Like they do in France.”Now it was the little girl’s turn to go wide-eyed.“French. "Well, it's going to be hard to keep thesecret if it keeps doing that!" Still too loudly. Another laughthroughout the salon.The shampoo girl reached for my hand just as my stiffy became impossibleto ignore."Goodness! She is happy to be here, isn't she? How are you, Mame?" Wonderful, Jenna. It's good to see you." You too. Well, let's go, Patricia. If you lean forward just a little,your dress will hang outward and maybe you won't stick out so much.Well, it doesn't really matter, though, does it.. Any reasonable person knew, that one man inside those trees, with only a decent sniper rifle, could have killed them all and still had time for a take out lunch. I found my old antique .30 cal carbine from World War II. Like all my guns it came with a story, It was supposed to have been used by a member of the 101 airborne on D Day.I loaded my 10mm Glock as well as the smaller, lighter 9mm Glock. I would loved to have had the whole safe full of weapons, but Jen would need room for her girlie.