Sal's concentration appeared to be on the SBS cop drama in Sicilian dialect Italian as if she was reading the written interpretations across the botto... of the screen, which was an act for the benefit of her Israeli companion. As far as I can make out her Italian was better than mine, which was better than many of the native Italians who only understand their local dialect or TV driven mid-Italian.Sal asked, "What does she mean, I like your bald body? What woman would say that?" She actually. Couldn't very well put this on a billboard with her tits showing like that.That was part one of my plan. I'd wanted to put a full page ad in the local newspaper and the newspaper of Amber's hometown but I couldn't. Both papers refused on some kind of morality clause. They can report all they want about murder, rape, gang warfare, real warfare, and all the other sordid mess of society, but they wouldn't run a little newspaper ad of two naked people hugging with the banner "Amber Creston screwing. We did not want to lose the ability to spend time together at her house.Our school days were much the same, day in and day out. Classes, lunch, homework, making out. All of our friends got copies of my CDs. They all gave me anywhere from five to ten dollars for them, after Brenda spread the word. Only a couple of them tried them at first, but the changes in their study habits and such was noticeable enough within two weeks that all my friends soon wanted them. Each CD had all those files on. Squeezing her waist I kiss her neck. After the normal pleasantries I smack her bum. I’m told to butter the bread and leave her tits (her word) alone – for now! After breakfast I’m impressed as she kneel before me and lovingly blows my dick. I know everyone says it but it was and still is, the best Bj ever: Thanks Bobby.After a short walk down to the river we return for a light lunch before she leaves. We enjoy the lunch and I’m disappointed that she has to leave. I’m asked if I would get her.