"I tilted my head a little, then narrowed my eyes in mock seriousness. "Why?" I asked, threading my arms around his waist."Does love need a reason?" h... asked, kissing my nose. I pouted and he rolled his eyes before continuing. "Because you and I have a relationship based on honesty and openness, and without it, we would never have experienced what we did today."I kissed his lips softly and whispered against them, "How come you always say the right thing?" Hmmm. Probably because back when..." I. I must've seen a hundred guys ogling her perfect little ass. I decked one of them for making a grab for her, and got a reputation for hurting people who messed with Ashleigh. It wasn't even a big deal, but word travels fast when you knock out a 300 pound lineman with one punch. He was a big kid, but most of the weight was in his gut. He fell like a rock. I think I intimidate people, being 6'4". I know it's strange considering how small my sister is, but I'm a mammoth (and, no, neither of us is. She feels rejected by her. And neglected, unseen and unwanted in her new social circle. Alessandra easily opens up in our conversation, as soon as we sit down for further talks during drinks in my small sunny garden. Soft spoken, no neighbour can hear her cunning confessions. She feels free as she is not into men in the first place. And trusts me as soon as I tell her about the source of my knowledge in sexuology. Alessandra admits she often plays her pussy, at home, after her parents are off. The professor had the fashion sense of a colorblind six-year-old, frequently wearing mismatched socks and color combinations straight out of the 1970s.He routinely had ketchup, mustard or coffee stains on his tie and his teeth and fingernails were yellowed from years of smoking cigarettes. But he had a voice that was made for audiobooks.“You’ve been following the situation?” I wondered.“Religiously,” the man said. “It’s summer break and I’m at loose ends. I have nothing better to do than to.