”“Yuck!”“Yeah! On the other hand, that’s where Julius Caesar met Cleopatra. Maybe I need to keep an eye out for beautiful foreign queens.”...hat earned me an elbow to the ribs. “Forget it!” she told me.I chuckled. “Well, it didn’t end so good for Caesar, either. Eventually he ended up back in Rome, where his friends killed him on the floor of the Senate. Let’s just hope I don’t get invited over to the Senate any time soon!”Marilyn climbed up off my lap and headed towards the kitchen. “So much for. We have to be ready to leave on time."Joyce followed after me as I went by her, heading for my bedroom. I didn't want to talk to her right then. I was still trying to get my emotions back under control. Brenda's comment had really hit me hard. I hadn't expected anything like that from her. She had already had so many opportunities, when we were alone, to talk to me about something as important as that was.Brenda and I had discussed the situation I was already in with Emily, Eddie and Dale. I. “Why thank you,” I replied, blushing. “No one has ever said that to me before.” Then leaning forward and whispering in my ear, “well now someone has,” she said, before turning to walk back into the change room, her long slender legs reaching all the way to the new red panties, as they clung so beautifully to her tight firm hips. I felt a tingle whistle slowly down through my own torso, in between my ribs, beneath my tender young breasts. A soft release, from somewhere down below, as the feint. ‘Perhaps you should take your own pick Miss Sterling.’ ‘Thank you, Dick. Please call me Courtney. You have a position of authority.’ Matt grinned, knowing that Dick would now treat Courtney with utmost respect. Dick beamed, probably thinking that little Miss Wellington seemed to be a rather nice lass. The stories about her must be just that, stories. Courtney stood at the fence, squinting against the sun, looking at the horses in the home paddock. ‘You said any one of them?’ ‘Not the roan and.