So," Jeffcontinued as she deftly inserted her key into the lock, "I guesswhat I'm asking - you know, in a round about manner - is: can Icall on you to...give me a hand should I elect to go that route?You know, as - shall we say - my big sister, or girlfriend orwhatever! You know, until I get into the hang of what being agirl is all about..." Sure, kiddo! I'd be glad to pitch in and lend a hand!" Marychuckled as Jeff swung the front door to her town house inward. "Here, let me give you a hand with. Our initial hook up was rather serendipitous (you’ll have to go back and read about it). Over the course of several weeks, our mutual admiration for each other grew and we spent more and more time together.Chloe was born in South Korea and her parents immigrated to the US when she was a small child, which explained why she spoke perfect English, even though she also was fluent in Korean. I knew that she was the middle child of three kids and that she had two sister siblings.I got to meet one of. Then she lifted both breasts up with her hands and licked away the sweat that had collected under them. Pretty soon I got ready for something more. I wrapped her hair between my fingers and pushed her head down my body. She grabbed the waist of my gym shorts and the panties underneath them, and began to roll them down my thighs. All the sweat from my work out had collected in the tight pink panties I had worn, and I knew Karen could feel how damp they were. Once she had pulled off my shorts and. Cor had been the one who climbed into the bath, but it was The Wind of Arbor who climbed out. Naked and perfect, she stood before me and let a gentle warm breeze dry her. With her arms stretched out at her side she slowly wrapped herself in wind, little wisps of cloud and streaks of mist came next, followed by blankets of fog and roiling streaks of cloud, both bright and cheery and dark and ominous. The end result was a diaphanous wonder of black and white and gray that matched my colors, but.