“Could she tell it was him?” Of course, she wouldn’t be expecting anyone else so that was difficult to answer. “What if it were a different ma...? Do you think you could tell? If you could, would it be exciting?”She was trembling as she tried to answer those questions. On the one hand, they were stimulating to imagine; on the other her upbringing made it difficult to think of such usually forbidden things. She just shook her head in frustration.He held her close and said gently, “I believe that. I was trying to drag my mind away from that one glimpse of her nipple, but my prick wasn't listening, it was hard and about to spit in my fist when I heard her walking out onto the verandah,"Davy, where are you?"I pushed my prick back into my pants and looked up to where her voice had come from, oh my God! She was wearing just a robe in the warm evening air and I was looking up directly at her shaven slit complete with a tiny silver bell on a ring through her clitoris!"Davy" she shouted again. She promised she would strip it and toss them into the laundry, but said that maybe they wouldn't have time to get around to making the bed, as they had a lot to do that day. I asked what she was going to be doing that took so much time, and she smirked at me as she delivered her punch line: "Johanna." I just laughed and left them to their day and went off and started mine.Kathy had made up a shopping list and I ran into a guy I knew from school buying stuff for a party that night at the. By the way,do you know anyone else that I could talk to about her? Does she have anyfamily living nearby?" "Her parents died a couple of years ago. She has a brother livingnearby. I know that. He is the one who came to pick up her stuff after allthis happened." "Do you have an address, maybe a phone number where I might reach him?" "Sure, he left me his phone number just in case I should find anymore ofher stuff." She opened a drawer and pulled out a card with a number scribbled on theback. I.