Trying to imagine what a fifteen-year-old would think was cool and his mother would find acceptable wasn't easy. I finally settled on a T-shirt that h...d a picture of a vacuum and a fan on the front. The fan is saying 'YOU SUCK' and the vacuum is saying 'BLOW ME'. I remembered Margie had never been a prig when it came to humor but even so, I tried to pick out the least disgusting disgusting T-shirt I thought she might find acceptable.When she answered the door, all the reasons I'd had such a. After a few polite messages, we shared a voice call and arranged to meet at a coffee bar on Saturday in Woking. I was very keen to speak with her, hoping she could help me understand this sudden and impulsive attraction, dispel my fears and we could go our separate ways with no harm done.Apart from that, my instinct was to want to know more about her. Was she Lesbian or Bi? Was her friend on the train her partner? What process did she go through or did she know her sexuality from an earlier. I felt arush of cool air surround my pussy. Her finger penetrated deeper torub back and forth in the slit. I realized I was lifting my hipstrying to get more of me in contact with that lovely finger. I openedmy legs further, all pretense gone now. I wanted her touch now morethan anything.At last I felt her finger contact that wonderful, little "pool ofwetness" that I knew I had. Just between my lips, down low, right atthe opening to my body. My lips kept it there, waiting for a finger totouch,. I added things about the club and some of the other members, and a bit about Brenda.She hadn't said a word, even when I was struggling to find a sentence that made sense, and I sat up, waiting for her anger and disappointment to show.She reached for me and pulled me back down, wrapping her arms around me."It's okay, Hani, relax," she said. She let me stew for a minute — which seemed like much longer — and then asked, "Are you happy?"I asked, "Are you mad at me?"She laughed. "Answer my question.