“Ok, I’ll just go and get some snacks from the shop” Alexander informed the secretary.Going to the store during lunch time was the tradition tha... he rarely broke, he always bought ice-cream, pepsi and some light snacks for himself, he loved working and eating right in front of the computer. Although there was one more important reason why Alexander went shopping, he felt attracted to the saleslady who was working there. She was over 40 and Alexander was in his twenties, she was older but he. But then I could not be too shy that thelady would want to call my home.A mother would buy her one so it would have to be a father who did notwant the hassle of buying her one. Now I was a shy girl that was sent byher father to buy herself her own bra. I thought about him sending anote with her but she would be too embarrassed to show it to anyone.I then made up a friend that was a girl who just started wearing oneherself but unfortunately she was sick today. My friend would have amother so she. "Do you have something...?" Well... you know that 'Premature Birth' fad that's going on back inSelegnasol?"I made a face. "Yeah, it's bullshit making poor Littles live inside oftheir 'mommies' for nine-months and then be reborn!"I was not a fan of the process, and the few survivors who could stilltalk afterwards all seemed to be seriously hampered by thepsychological effects of being isolated in a womb for that time!"Well, the way they're using it is awful, but I got to thinking thatmaybe it. “Nothing” I lied and faced the wall the best I could. “Your turn.” She handed me the wash cloth and had not yet seen my pecker proudly showing off. I grabbed the cloth and turned to her back that I slowly washed. In a sudden she turned and looked straight at me. Then her eyes rested on my cock.“Oh Jonas” she smiled. “You know I wish your father was in the picture so he could tell you about stuff like that.” She grabbed the cloth from me and started washing me behind my ears like nothing.