“Well!” thought Alice to herself, “after such a fall as this, I shall think nothing of tumbling down stairs! How brave they’ll all think me at...home! Why, I wouldn’t say anything about it, even if I fell off the top of the house!” (Which was very likely true.)Down, down, down. Would the fall never come to an end? “I wonder how many miles I’ve fallen by this time?” she said aloud. “I must be getting somewhere near the centre of the earth. Let me see: that would be four thousand miles down, I. Have you? Not all the way, Alyssa said, but Ive fooled around a lot. And yesterday I had anal sex for the first time. I was astonished. That suggested Alyssas father knew about yesterdays tryst. Had she told him who shed been with? Whoa! Clara responded, obviously shocked by her new friends candor. You had anal sex? I had never even considered that my daughter knew what anal sex was, but the words rolled off her lips as if not for the first time. Who all have you fooled around with? Clara. "Here. Let's slip these on."Angie helped him with the nylons and gave him handy tips as she pulledthem up his legs and over his waist. "Take a few steps Ken. You'll besurprised."He walked a few paces and impulsively smiled. The stockings produced anerotic sensation on his thighs and calves that he found more to hisliking than he cared to admit."See. I told you Ken."He felt a little embarrassed at his reaction to the nylons. 'Stop it!You've got to get used to this!'Angie pulled a pair of black. . I wanted to ask something but he said sush.... don’t talk and think out loud to much... Hemoved slowly away from me... his wet cock left my body... I smelled our sex parfume and felt happy... He took his strong body with him, I could see him walk away to the bathroom... He came back in a split second with two glasses of Champaign and his wallet..’about the real’ he said. And he gave me a glass of Champaign. The real one from France.. i loved it. ‘Whores love Champaign’ and he smiled softly to.