Like I didn’t need to show off that I could afford the really pricey stuff. It seemed to be working so far. Katie certainly noticed. {This guy is k...nd of cute. Ooo look at his eyes. I wonder what his hands feel like…} I smiled inwardly. “You’ll find out,” I said to myself. ‘Hello,’ she said with practiced perkiness, ‘Just one today?’ ‘For now, but I’m expecting two other people.’ I looked her up and down slowly, letting her see me check her out and then met her eyes, studying her, until her. He looked at me with those deep brown eyes, smiled at me, and asked in fluent English "Kristy, have you ever had kissed with a man on motorcycle?" I smiled and looked at him and replied, "Why, I've never done that before, especially with an Italian." He giggled and then he softly kissed my lips. I put down my camera on the table and wrapped my arms around his neck. I asked Wendy to bring and use the digital camera while the film from the 35 MM gets developed. Wendy began taking the pictures. I. "That set off another round of exclamations and yips and yells, and not a little dancing, once I convinced her that it was highly unlikely that her miscarriage had been the result of their blood relationship.We talked late into the night, and at one point I said: "I'm pooped. I'd better go home before I'm too tired to drive." Stay!" pleaded Kathy."Yes, please," agreed Randy."You know what I want to do?" asked Kathy, her voice trembling."Hard telling," I said to her."I want us all to get under. . I had no idea you felt like this," I said."Mmmm. I know all you boys look at me and lust after me. Don't you?" "And how," I agreed. I slid my hands up to knead her tits through her sweater, eliciting a groan."Ohhh, yes. I can feel all those eyes on me. How do you think that makes me feel?" Hot?" I suggested, feeling the erect nubs of her nipples through the fabric. Little moaning noises kept coming from her throat."Yes, hot," she said, panting a little. "I'm hot for you..."We continued that.