He felt right at home on it.He asked, “Have you lived here very long?”Andrea, Maureen’s mom answered, “This was our first house. We bought it ...hen we first got married. It’s not much, but we like it.”Cal wanted to be polite, “I like it here. There’s a warm homey quality people don’t often find.”Andrea smiled, “You mean old and worn quality.”Cal sat up straighter and tried to correct himself, “No I didn’t mean that exactly. I mean I think the house has character. This is where Maureen grew up,. She didn’t see a chopper but saw a dress shop. The shapely redhead was soon in the changing room trying on a red plaid skirt and blouse, which was once again too tight. Once she had to leave the top buttons undone. She completed her new outfit with white knee socks and saddle shoes. The young beauty was unaware or didn’t care she was now a walking male fantasy. She competed the fantasy by tying her long red hair into twin pigtails tied with red ribbons. Kim was soon walking around the village. We had spent the afternoon previously in my bedroom getting rather well acquainted, and already, I was looking lustfully at my new found sex friend.We sit down on the embankment – it is soft and sandy. Taking in the view, we sit back and let the world pass us by. It’s a quiet spot here, nobody really knows about this section of the lake, and the few that do are not enough to provide much of a consistent distraction. The conversation hangs mid-air – neither of us wanting to bring up the previous. A few minutes later, Morrigan barged in. Elyssa sighed, mentally steeling herself for a painful, grueling conversation. She knew, after all these months of traveling and fighting alongside the mage that Morrigan was rarely intentionally cruel or callow; she just lacked anything resembling tact, and her few social graces did not cover reading body language to determine when someone else was uncomfortable or considering someone else's feelings before she spoke. Given that she'd been raised,.