" Gerta was smiling at me, and when she turned to Hans, I could see a triumphant gleam in her eye. Hans looked disappointed. This wasn't something he ...ould enjoy doing.When I got back to the library, Mama and Brenda were talking about the dance at the club the next night, and about the new dresses they were going to be buying for it. I hadn't known we'd be going to the dance, but I was all right with the idea. I wondered how the women were going to go all the way to Springfield and back, plus. . before Daddy got home.”I rose, drained the lizard (which, helpfully, reduced my tumescence. Not exactly the statement I wanted to make, while lecturing my teen daughter about her own reproductive choices, no sir!), and headed downstairs.I detoured to the coffeepot, which My Sainted Wife had already cycled. Hot coffee prepared, I was on track to begin my day.Once the boys were safely out of the door, Kathy settled in next to me, cradling her own coffee cup. “Sandy, what happened last night?. She was a gorgeous girl, an absolutely no better word to describe her gorgeous girl. Great figure, vibrant with sex appeal and health, legs that were the envy of every girl that saw her, beautiful long dark hair, flashing smile - perfect teeth framed by incredibly well formed lips, and mischievous eyes. Her small breasts were perfect for me. I know some guys like big tits, but not me. I like my girls to have them perky and perfectly formed, and not sagging. Face it, big tits just get in the. The thing is she never allowed me to see her face (or even her assets during the chat) so I was blind on her appearance. Yet I had an imaginary picture of her that she is fair or even dusky. She is chubby with good size of boobs to fondle and hand full size of ass to grab. She was from Delhi and I am from Chennai even though we want to meet each other it’s not going to happen just like that. We have to plan on it. So after a while, I insisted her for a meet. Initially, she resisted later she.