I’d forgotten that sexy grin ofhis and was delighted to see him. We hugged and kissed on the cheek and heordered the drinks for me. When they we...e ready I invited him to our table andas we turned to walk there I noticed Flasher Eric was deeply engrossed in a game ofbar dice with Cunga-Lunga. I introduced Cunga-Lunga to Ted and he and Flasher Eric did a high five, they had beenfriends for a long time it seems. Cunga-Lunga was anxious to get back to the gameand I asked what they were. She lifted a hand that felt like it weighed thirty pounds and let it rest on her abdomen. With an effort she pushed and her fingers slid through perfectly normal-feeling pubic hair. When her finger got to her clit she detoured it around the little bud. Let the poor thing rest a while. She had to lower her shoulder to get her fingers to her own pussy lips.They were slippery, but other than that, they felt completely normal. Wet. There was a lot of wet down there. There was no pain whatsoever,. Quickly she put the book she had taken from Mr. Schmidt on top of the other one. She thought she had reacted quickly enough to save the situation. And she had if it had only been about the contents of the books and their continued secrecy. But for Fred it had never been about his curiousity concerning the books. No his curiousity was about how tight was Nancy’s little lamby pie.She realized after a few seconds that Mr. Schmidt had no pants on. She lifted her face up to talk to him. That was. And if we can really resolve an issue without hearing his opinions, that seems to work for him. It is only when our 'solutions' do not fully resolve a matter that he is likely to insert his views.Because he does things that way, Gel thinks he is smarter than we are. He thinks that we are very smart and smarter than he is, but that there are moments because of life experience he has a different understanding. I think Gel is right. He is smarter than we are, but so long as no one gets hurt he.