She laughed, pulled them down and gasped. “OMG, it’s huge! It’s way bigger than I ever dreamed, OMG, OMG!” she repeated. “Jean, it’s only ... inches, it’s not that big! It’s about average, I would guess,” I said, smiling. “But look, it’s so much bigger than mine. I’ve never seen one that big,” she exclaimed. “I hope that you will learn to like it as much as I expect to like yours, Little Girl,” I said, softly. “OMG, do you mean that you are going to PLAY with mine? OMG, I thought only girls did. She’d cross and uncross her legs, and then she'd hold her own knee. Her glances went around the car, but never at me. There were only about five other people there, and none of them were close to Holly.We were between 23rd and 18th Street when she stretched her legs out. Her skirt went below her knees, but she pulled it back and splayed her legs open enough so I could look up her skirt. She finally looked at me, and she had an expression of disapproval. Finally, she slammed her knees. For her meetings with me she wore nothing else. I had told her there was nothing I found more delightful than slipping my hand gently up a girl’s thigh, and finding, just a few millimetres above the hem of her microskirt, not panties—however pretty—but a naked young pussy, trembling shyly with desire. I had encouraged Natsuko to keep an account in a little notebook of what her various lovers liked best. Men had different tastes, I explained. “But I can remember what you like!” she had said,. I nudged Jam. “That’s what I thought, and hoped.” Jam grinned at me and I grinned back.Moments later, we were called to eat supper. It was a nice young lady who gave us notice. The four of us left. As we went out the door, I said, “It would seem that I’ve lost my escort.” I grinned noticing that Berthold was giving Mo his arm.Of course, I was holding hands with Jam. We walked down the hall with the young lady beside me. She said, “May I ask Your Grace a question?”“Of course.”“Are you enjoying.