So she asked him to show her on her tits like he did with her sister, she thought it would help her learning though she was very shy about letting him...touch her, but Jessica did it so she figured it was ok for her to do it too. Although younger Jennifer’s tits were as superb as her sisters if not rounder and firmer.He agreed, playing on her naivety, but only on the condition that she would milk him if he milked her. She thought this was only fair but couldn’t understand how he could be milked,. “Now she’s got t’go, calf mouf an’ all.”I wondered if Madam Von R-- would take her; doubted it and thought some more. “How come?” I asked.“Missus caught me pokin’ ‘er in the pantry t’other day. Had ‘er up on a shelf, squealing like a shoat,” he said looking proud of himself. “Ain’t sure who popped ‘er cherry, probably m’oldest, but she’s ready t’ride.”“Jus’ another frisker then? Won’t be the first you’ve had here.”“Cept she’s kin,” he said mournfully. He called the girl over, introduced her as. They happen to walk by a fabric store and Jill says, "Oooo... I have to go in here." Why?" Rosy asks."I can't tell you yet. It's part of my idea."They go in the store and Rosy's puzzled when she buys a couple yards of quilt batting, a set of needles, thread, and a pair of scissors."I know you think I'm crazy," Jill tells Rosy, "and maybe I am. But I have an idea and I need these things. You'll have to trust me."They walk around another half hour enjoying being girlfriends before they finally. “Not so great.”“I’m sorry it had to happen this way. Perhaps it was a bad mistake.”“I’m calling the police.”“Go ahead. The worse they could do is send me back to Mecca. Sure my superior would get involved, and the police would have to retrieve this Imam from the clutches of the likes of you.”“Really? You underestimate the integrity of our police force.”“I’m afraid I don’t understand. Calling the police would only make it worse. Your baby would return to Mecca.”“Diplomacy at its best.”“I guess.