I took my courage and opened the door.It was James. He was a tall and large black guy of 6’1 like a football player. He was very nice, he gave me tw... kisses and shook my hands. He introduced himself formally and made compliments about myself. He told me that I was a pretty girl. I was delighted that he treated me like a girl rather than a boy.I still remember that I was so exited that I felt I could’ve cum just by a little touch. My balls were full from the thoughts of getting fucked.We sat in. .. Okay." I said. I was thinking that I wasn't going to find anything."Let's see here." that woman said to me. "I see you are looking for a gift for a girlfriend, am I right?"I looked at her with a shocked look on my face. "How did you know what I was looking for?" I said.She giggled a little and looked at me. "I am a little psychic, not too much. I got it from my mother." She looked around a pick up a statue that was about as big as a kitten. "I think that she will like this." the woman told. Suddenly the lift stopped and Mark backed out into the corridor pulling Angela out with him still teasing her, her dress pulled up and exposing her underwear as his other hand massaged her breast, looking down Angela’s eyes widened as she found he had expertly released one breast from its material prison and anyone could see her hardening nipple as he pulled and pinched it. Reaching a door Mark opened it, guiding Angela inside and kicking it shut, turning her he dropped to his knees and looked. Steel, "This was my father's fishing lodge, as we call it. He died right before school let out. It has a lot of good memories for me." Ooooh," I said, "So that's why you weren't around the last couple of weeks of school." "Yep," he replied, "Had to see to the funeral and such. Anyway, enough of that, let's get unpacked. We unpacked the car quickly and then had breakfast. I was standing and staring out the window when Mr. Steel came up behind me and put his arm around my shoulder. We stood.