But I feared only the consequences because she will now assume my letter was intended for her. I did not want this to happen. It is true that I had lu...ty desires for both the girls and wanted intimacy with both of them. But in focusing my love with a desire for marriage I had selected Prema. She was a more calm and well behaving girl compared to Priya who was a little brash and exuberant. My parents and my sister many times said that Prema will make a better wife to anyone than Priya. They said. I had just found my blouse, and was frantically fumbling for the arm-holes, when I felt a hand grip my arm. It was Miss Sharpe.“Hey, Annie Harrison,” she said, “Don’t worry, sweetheart. Calm down. Just relax. You’re not in any trouble.”Desperately, I looked up at her, clutching my blouse to my chest, trying to cover my breasts. I could feel myself blushing with shame and embarrassment. Miss Sharpe had put her polo shirt and skirt back on, although it briefly registered with me that she didn’t. After a couple of minutes of chasing, I got close to Melinda, and she veered into the living room. Now I found myself chasing Melinda around her sofa. The sofa was not against any walls, and she raced around the sofa. I chased Melinda for several more minutes, her speed truly amazed me, and she was laughing and taunting me all the time, saying, what's the matter old man, can't you catch me?” I warned Melinda, “I'll catch you if it takes all night, and then I'm going to spank your naughty. She sighed again as his finger left her, sliding gently across the tiny bud he could feel at the top of her slit.She pulled herself up to kiss him again. It was a much more gentle kiss than any of the others. He was comfortable, for the most part, with what had happened, until her hand snaked into his jockey’s and grasped his prick.“You’ve had enough,” he said softly.“I liked that,” she breathed into his mouth. She kissed the corner of his lip. Her hand squeezed, and moved to feel for his.