Especially when I struggled with word choice of whether “boobs” or “breast” the explanation and reason you gave and insisted me to use “boob...” was the best thing I felt. Thanks for being my conversation partner in building this story.Also thanks for Julie, Pooja, Mala, Keerthana and all others for your valuable suggestions in this story.#4. ISS Chief EditorMy special thanks go to ISS Chief Editor. He clearly understood my passion and the value of the content I produced for this series. He. Benson, it's nice to see youagain." Please, call me George," Mr. Benson stated while sticking out his hand."Mr. Benson seems so formal coming from you." Okay, George," I replied while looking at him questioningly. He neverwould have allowed me to call him George in class, but now that I had thewig on he seemed to prefer it. It made me feel weird to use his realname. Nevertheless I took his hand and shook it before doing the same toPrincipal Hall."Alexander," my principal stated, and I almost. The nipples poked against the sheer fabric of the red lacy bra. The tiny matching red thong barely covered her pussy and she could feel the dress material caressing her firm ass. She took a deep breath, picked up her tiny purse and walked out of the room and down the hotel hallway. By nature Callie was a shy woman but she was in a strange city, strange motel and had decided that she would go out this evening and look as hot as she could. Looking in the mirror, feeling the material touch her. I rested my hand on her shoulder as she looked up at me. She was so very pretty, I could see why Lena might fall for her, why any gay woman might fall for her. Sophie nervously crossed her long legs, her skirt riding up to expose her firm thighs. "You have nothing to worry about Sophie. Neither Lena nor I will mention it to a living soul. It's our little secret. You just get on with your life and we'll get on with ours, OK? Best for everyone, don't you think?" Sophie nodded and stood up, her.