I was ready to get out of there before he noticed."All done. Thanks, John."But then John asked "what about the rest?"I looked down at him. "Rest?" You...know."His hand reached up and he hooked the front of my swimming costume. Started tugging it down. I saw that his cock was semi-hard. My pubes were exposed and the palm of his hand brushed against my own hardening cock. I needed to get out of there."I'll do it at home, John." I could do it for you, Billy. I could shave your pubic hair off for. .what do you think? Write soon.BrianAPRIL 2, 1994: (From Tami)You know I always get excited when the mail comes, just on the chancethere will be a letter from you. You don't know how much you cheer me up.Ever since I've moved into my own apartment, I feel so lonely sometimes.It's too bad you can't stop by after classes and we could hang outtogether.Silly, huh? Well, on with the story (I hope you don't mind that I'mcontinuing it)Now that I've rearranged your face, Brian has pretty much been. I brush over your clit, making you jump, to your love hole. I move my fingers around in circles and then back to your clit. You are so wet my fingers are dripping.I kiss down your chest and over your stomach. I pause to kiss and lick your belly button. I stop. I can smell your sweet juices and my mouth waters. I can’t wait to taste you. Finally I slip my tongue over your clit. You inhale sharply at the feel of my firm tongue against your it. I push my finger into your pussy and slowly pull in. Just how tall are you?“I’m 5 foot exactly.” She smiles, she’s obviously been asked before. “Tiny!” And so perfectly in proportion too. Small boobs, tiny waist, slim legs (she’s wearing shorts as it’s a warm summer’s day in Scotland).Now we watch her at work in that music shop. It’s an old-school one with vinyl and staff who actually know what they are talking about, and it’s packed with students trying to be trendy by buying the real stuff rather than downloading it.“It’s a long story.” She.