Pale strawberry blonde teen gets a mouthful of Julians monster meat
Can You Help Me With This?
Can you help me with this?
Don looked up from the glass display case. She was smiling and holding out a delicate hand her left hand s first finger pressed to the wristbone. Don s eyes refocused his mind too moving from thoughts of electronic gadgets and whether or not to buy the PDA he had been appraising to the world of girls jewellery. The girl s finger trapped a gold chain that dangled on both sides.
Sorry you re busy. I ll ask someone el—
No. It s OK. Don took the chain from her and examined it closely before working out how the clasp worked and using a thumbnail to open it fitted the girl s hand with the fine filigree.
It never occurred to me how awkward it must be to put one of these around one s own wrist. Don allowed him self an I m-not-too-busy-for-you smile as he caught her eyes for the first time.
She was very young and at that age where she might never have that nymphet gamine beauty again. Her brown hair was naturally curly and fell about narrow shoulders as it framed an opaline face and big brown eyes that for some reason made Don blush as he peered into them.
You dirty old bugger he thought to himself as he broke the eye lock and tried not to look as if he were mentally undressing her as he took in the rest of her young beauty. A plain cotton frock (which wasn t but so-easily could have been school uniform) seemed to conceal small breasts and a slim body and thighs. The calves confirmed the thinness of her legs and ended in flat sensible brown shoes.
Thank you. Would you like to walk to the station with me? I ve finished my shopping for today. Or are you too busy?
I m imagining this. I m imagining this thought Don. But he felt for all the world that she was propositioning him. The tone of her voice hadn t asked a gentleman to escort her to a station but had said I think I d like to go home with you Read the rest of this entry »











