My Smoky Ladies - chapter 2 - Sex Stories

My Smoky Ladies - chapter 2

... Don't treat us like babies, buster!"

I mentioned, "We could get breakfast on the way. Would you like to eat at a nice restaurant?"

She instantly changed her attitude, "Yes, please."

After breakfast I paid, then we walked toward my car. A policeman tackled me and threw cuffs on my wrists before he even said anything! I scraped up both my knees and the side of my face. Only seconds later, three more cops showed up. They quickly read me my rights, then put me in the back of a squad car without even asking me any questions! I would never hurt anybody, especially a child, but they thought I was some kind of monster!

I saw them talking to the little girls quite a while, then one of the cops let me out and took the cuffs off. He explained they had received three separate calls about the girls being missing, and they suspected I had kidnapped them!

Lynn and Jackie had showed up at my place shortly after we left. They were in the middle of freaking out when they called the police on me. In addition, both sets of parents had called the cops since they expected all the girls to be home at 10pm the previous night. The police sergeant said he would bring them home and I was free to go. I was beyond fed up with Lynn and Jackie. I hung up on them when they tried to call me.

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Instead of walking across the alley to her house, I called Felicia. She waved at me through the window when she answered. I was very nervous about getting involved with her. Instead of filming ...

... at my house, I made an excuse about the weather being too beautiful for filming indoors and took her to a park.

I didn’t ask any questions, but recorded her smoking in a gray miniskirt and a tight black t-shirt, with her pretty blonde hair blowing in the breeze. I had her lay down on a picnic table and orbited her very slowly, recording her smoking from all angles. She smiled knowingly when I paused near her feet and recorded up her skirt. On the video you can clearly see her red g-string and some of her pubic hair.

I made a copy of the video later and used it for ‘personal reasons’ dozens of times in bed. I thanked her and said I wished I wasn’t too busy to see her for a few months. She was disappointed but seemed to understand.

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Later that summer, Felicia’s daughter Cassie knocked on my door one Sunday morning. "Hi Mr. Townsend." She wore white and blue sneakers, loose blue jeans, a pink t-shirt, and half a dozen necklaces made of black plastic beads. Another necklace had mostly black beads with a few of various colors, blue, pink, red, green. I noticed she still wore the purity ring.

"Hi, Cassie."

"Um, my mom and dad went on a trip with my sister Teri, and they won't be back for a week. Some tennis thing two states away. And, um..." She was chewing a large wad of gum and looked anxious. I noticed a small spasm in one of her fingers, then she scratched her arm.

I asked, "And you're out of cigarettes? Let's talk downstairs, so I can avoid catching you ...