She hated wearing underwear at the best of times but normally did as she was out on site with builders and construction crew most of the day. Giving t...em a sample of her delights was not good for concentration and as her father said, “don’t let their minds wander because then they make mistakes”. Down in the lounge Richard was sipping a soft drink and her glass of wine was standing on a coaster that protected the wooded table. “I called the mechanic and he will only be able to make. "They wouldn'tsend me, though. They'd be afraid it would just make me worse." "You go instead of me." I banged my head gently against thetree trunk, making the leaves rustle. "Maybe we could just send you onthe bus and you could say you were me." "They'd notice in the shower. And when I got my period." I stared at her. "I didn't know you got your period already."To be honest, I never thought of Spike as a _girl._ She imitated me: "I'm fifteen, for Christ's sake," and shereached up to whack. The best part is that friends, even her sweat does not smell, but sweet, erotic and tasty.I removed her coat fully and made her stand to again see those beautiful ass which i just saw in the department. she was in her bra and the black cotton pant. I was sitting and made her to stand in front of me facing her ass just front of my face. I was admiring her ass through the trousers and slowly held my both hands on her both ass cheeks and gave a slight press.She turned behind so sexily, and asked. ’ She laid down her sketchbook and knelt down beside Leonardo. ‘I’ve got to pose you.’ She took hold of his muscular leg and gently bent it at the knee. His gaze locked with hers, and, in one fluid move, he embraced her and rolled her towards the fire, onto her back. She found herself sandwiched between the bearskin rug and Leonardo, his folded ski jacket under her head. ‘We must huddle together for warmth,’ said Leonardo. ‘I believe I see the wisdom in that, Leonardo,’ she said coyly. ‘We will.