She had hair below. She asked me to help her open her panties. I gradually pulled them down. She had trimmed her hair in a V pattern down there. As I ...ent down to help her open her panties, she pressed my face against her pussy. It was so wet. I could smell her pussy and trust me it smelt really very good. I slowly planted a kiss on her pussy and stood up. Then she started removing my clothes. She opened my shirt, licked my nipples. Then she started unzipping me. She pulled down my jeans and. "I paused and looked down at the outfit that Ms Lori had left for me."Is everything alright Tony-Ah?", Kira queried, "Are your clothesokay?" I smiled, "Of course", I lied, "I just wasn't sure where tostart".Kira smiled back, "I'll help you".With that she stood me up and removed my towel and began to dress me.Before I knew it, I standing before the mirror, dressed in my funkyfeminine pants and top, and the scary part was, I liked it. Kira helpedme slip into my shoes, black oxfords, with a. I made shrimp scampi for them, although I insisted that Marilyn had to help me with peeling the shrimp. We were able to eat by about seven or so. Now that the kids were older, we didn’t have to worry about them going to bed early. The girls were still only ten. They still listen to you at that age. That would change too damn soon for my taste. Charlie was now thirteen and had recently discovered that he was smarter than I was, or at least so he thought.He was a pushy little bastard, too! On his. No! I can't... I gotta." Ricco felt himself bump into something. A pair of hands grabbed his arms. "What's the matter, babe?" a voice gently asked. Ricco opened her eyes. "Brando?" She asked the man holding her. It was Brando, but... it _wasn't_. This Brando was clean shaven. he wore a pair of dark blue slacks and a matching shirt with his real name, "Berto" embroidered on it in silver letters. It was the uniform that the suckers who worked at the 8th Avenue Garage wore. "Brando?" he asked..