“Aunt Rita, this is Mirra Greesey, Leanne Ramsey, and Alexa Ramsey.“Girls, Aunt Rita is going with us, she doesn’t want to stay here without me....I hope Granny Greesey will let both of us stay with her, Mirra.”“Aunt Rita, climb over here on us and sit across our laps. I hope you don’t mind that we’re not wearing anything under these shirts,” Mirra told her and the girls pulled her across on top of them.“Josey told me to pull my panties off before we left the house. If you keep pulling on my. Typed: SEE? I JUST SOUND LK BUBBLES. BUT NOT U .... SO ???I shrugged, "I guess it comes with the tail."GREAT TAIL BTW! +++HOLY GREAT WIG!, she typed, then patted the hair onthe side of her head, which was chestnut brown and pulled back into aponytail.Her non-metallic hair made me homesick. I told her, "You have prettyhair."TY, she wrote. Then: HAY WHERE U GET UR AIR?!!?"I get it out of the water."SO DO I BUT WHERS UR AIRVERTER??????"My what?"Half-turning, she slapped the device on her back,. My mind is racing. I'm thinking how to avoid Shannon. At work when I do see her it's a group setting so I don't have a chance to talk to her. Sometimes I'll see her and my friend which for me is super weird. By the time I come up with my game plan I'm pretty tipsy. I figure I will only see her in groups of people, never be alone with her in Daytona I tell myself! And for the love of God don't check her out at the beach. Seeing her tits busting out of a bikini would be the death of me.. I tried to raise my arms to push her off but she grabbed my wrists and pinned them to the ground with little difficulty, her hands perpetually cold. I struggled under her, trying to buck her off but I couldn’t use my legs, they were too weak. Giggling was the only reaction I could elicit from her before laying still again, breathing just as hard as I had been a few minutes ago. She had on a black tank top and dark jeans but it wasn’t her clothes that caught my attention. Her shoulders, upper.