”“What?”“Something from a show he likes.”“Ah. Hey, didn’t mean to listen in, but... ‘no, not yet’ what?”“Oh, er ... he asked if ...ou brought up my hair yet; it’s usually the first thing people ask about.”“Too busy being grateful for the water, I guess. It’s ... good! This isn’t fancy imported water, is it?”“Well, I ported it here with me, but nah; with an economist boyfriend? He’s not cheap, but he wouldn’t go for that. Poor guy, stuck in the library on a day this hot. Missing all of this. I regularly went round to my friends Mum ...Mrs H ....strategically when he was out an d he seemed to be packed off to his grandparents more than he ever had been...now I realise why ! LolI wa slaways welcomed by Mrs h clad in nylons and heels and sexy undies, more ofthen than not an obg in black to match her stockings and heels and she was always in artistic harming points ...at that time they were still freely available which started my passion for them. She had showed me how she got dressed. He looked a little confussed an said are you sure your not mad as we stood there.I told him hush up and kiss me.He did it wasn't a great kiss but a passinate one.I said do you really wanna do what you said in your letter? He put his head and eyes down looking at the floor and I pushed his chin back up some with my hand and told him to look at me. In his shakey vocie he looked at me and said but what if.I said well yes or no? He said yes.Being my just about the same hieght with my heels on I. You'll make a lot of girls happy doing that. Bert, how about you?"I moved away and Bert got up and touched and licked on her just as I had."You two are nice to have around. Okay, my pussy. These are my labia, means 'lips', and lips are for kissing, right. These lips just love being kissed, mmm, french-kissed. Which reminds me, have you ever been french-kissed?" Um, no, not really," I said and Bert added, "Me, neither." Okay, now normally you don't start off kissing, even french-kissing when.