Remembering Mom's request, I asked my brother what chores hepreferred to do."None of them. Those are all girls' chores. Boys don't do washing,cooking ...nd ironing. And since you're the only girl in the family youshould do them all. I'm going to watch television." You can't do that. I'm going to tell Mommy that you wouldn't help andyou're going to be in big trouble." Listen sis, you're not going to tell mommy anything. You're going todo all the chores like a good little girl. And what's more. .Lie a little bit to get it.” Keith asked. “Lie? Would do you mean lie? What did you do?” Michelle hesitated and nervously replied to Keith explaining what she had done. “Well….I…..Told them I was divorced.” There was a pause on Keith’s end of the phone for a moment than he blurted out saying. “What the fuck did you tell him that for Michelle?”Michelle sighed saying. “Honey. I really wanted this job. It’s so perfect for me and close to our house. The money is good and I just didn’t think it. ’ Subconsciously he reaches out and softly strokes your thigh. You spread your legs as he finds the edge of your short skirt and lifts it to reveal your now soaking panties. You stroke his stiffening cock through his shorts, grasping it in your little fist. ‘Please Coach, please teach me,’ you whine softly, almost coyly. ‘You’ve got a pretty good start,’ he growls as his fingers find your wet pussy and stroke it through the sheer cotton fabric. ‘Keep stroking it just like that…nice and firm.’. After doing the cultural bit, Athens, Corinth, Mycenae, Cape Sunion, I had gone island hopping, catching the slow and crowded ferries that serviced the Sporades, Dodecanese and Cycladese.One glorious, star-filled night on a beach in Rhodes, I had lost my virginity to a pretty Danish girl. Her skinny, tanned body had been an unexplored country and she let me find my stumbling, hesitant way without complaint. She was sweet and kind to a fumbling young Englishman and her done her best to make it.