You’d love Harriet if you knew her. She’s a bit like the tottie you tickle. Slim, petite, and with more freckles than the stars at night. So, me a...d Nessa, our minds were like focused the same way. But rather than fight, we worked together. I did the moves, while Nessa stayed in the background. She knows I’m the one with more of the charm that sways the uncommitted. I made a note of Harriet’s habits and made sure I was the one at the bar when she bought the drinks. It wasn’t long till we were. He then ran up to me and hugged me tight. He then stepped back and looked at me and said: you have nice tits, spread your legs so I can see your pussy. Without even thinking, I spread my legs and he dropped to his knees and looked right at my pussy. He said you shaved your pussy, dad said that it had a lot of hair. Does you dad tell you everything I ask him. He grinned and said probably not, but he has told me all about you this morning. Oh I said and what did he say about me?He said that you. As she walked up all I could think to myself was: "I am the biggest idiot in the world."We made small talk while we ate and drank, and I drank a lot, although I was still trying to keep my guard up as I could tell something was not quite right.Before desert came, she said, "Steve look, I have a suite upstairs, why don't we go up there have a few more cocktails and I will tell you my proposal?"How could I say no! At this point I was also basically drunk, losing all sense of prospective or guard. As she thought of what he might do next she came to realise that others had seen her tits, at least through the blouse. In fact everyone had been staring at them all day in school which, in a slightly odd and perverse way, she had quite enjoyed, having the attention of the lecherous schoolboys and some Teachers. Although she didn’t want to encourage him, the more she thought about it, her nipples suddenly started to harden all on their own, as she looked back at the tall, handsome teenager..