He told Lin that most of the customers—when there were any—preferred to go out the way they came in, and that basically the only reason there were... checkout stalls here at all was that the store was required by law to have another exit there and management found it cheaper to hire temp cashiers than security guards to sit there all day. He suggested that in the future she bring something to read. He introduced her to Jack, “your fellow temp and compatriot in boredom”, and left. She said hello to. Jacob’s stroking his cock. I imagined my hand running up and down the length of his cock and how great it would feel to have him inside of me. I tightly closed my eyes and began to push my fingers deeper inside of me, rubbing my clit hard with the palm of my hand. Leaning back against the stairs I was able to use my free hand and rub at my breasts through the night shirt that I had put on. They were hard and sensitive through the fabric and it made me gush out ever more. I could feel my juices. Now, it was pizza at my house. I insisted that my folks wanted to meet him. He was nervous but agreed and came over after school. Daddy brought a couple of pizzas and some wings home. After dinner was going to be different, too. Rather than go out, we were going to stay in. When I described how uncomfortable it was in the back seat of the car, Mom had laughed. “What, you think it was better in my day? It’s always uncomfortable screwing in the back seat of a car! Why do you think they invented. ”I said, “You put carrots and candles in your pussy?”Stacey said, “Yes and my hairbrush, your little baseball bat, and anything else I want to put in there to stop the itch.”I asked, “What itch? You use my little New York Yankees Baseball Bat?”Stacey laughed and said, “Easy boy! Yes I kind of like slipping that tiny bat in my pussy, getting it all nice and coated with my love juice, and putting it back up on your wall. As to my itch, well it’s like an itch you can’t scratch. I think I’m craving.