Her nylons were barely black and (I have a 'nose’ for these things!) a pair of red-soled, black patent-leather Louboutin shoes with four-inch heels....Her ensemble was completed with elbow-length butter-soft black leather gloves, a pearl necklace with a matching pearl bracelet, worn over her glove. Her hair seemed to be a streaked ash blond, worn in a stylish chignon.“Make sure you put it on a hanger,” she instructed, turned and strode confidently into Jennifer’s drawing room, closing the door. She leaned back against me; I could feel my breasts pressing against her. She leaned closer towards me and kissed me gently on the lips waiting for my reaction. I was amazed but I really wanted more. I leaned in kissed her so passionately, our tongues touched and my whole body started to tingle. Then she guided my hand up to her breasts, I started playing with them over her top and I was thinking these were the first breasts that I had ever touched besides my own. I was already soaking wet as I. I’ve left telling everybody this so as not to influence their day. Come home and we’ll all have a talk.” said Mom over the phone. As sad as the news was, it was expected. She had been going downhill for the last three months and now with the cold weather of December she had been admitted to hospital with the Flue again. Mom said that she would tell everybody and just to come home. She sounded close to tears on the phone.We all sat at the dining room table with the family portrait hanging over. I saw that video on YouTube, Gwen. I was very impressed. You both are very good dancers. I thought I was going to have your new friend in my homeroom, but it appears not. Perhaps the principal decided ….’ ‘I apologize for being late, Ms. Walker. I had to pick up some paperwork at the office. I have a written excuse from the principal,’ offered Steve as he burst into the room. ‘I’m….’ ‘I know very well who you are, Mr. Hammer. Your fame precedes you. So, I’m going to have the pleasure of Gwen.