"We have to let them dry," she tells me. "Look how good they look. Tellme Emily are you a girl or a boy?" I am a girl mummy," I answer eagerly."We hat... boys don't we?" she asks."Yes mummy," I reply.When the nails had dried she applied another coat, waited a few minutesand applied a third coat. When they had dried she took out a smallbrush and painted my lips the same colour. She then applied some otherthing to my eyes and something called blush to my face. When done mummyput on me a device. You know the old saying "if you don't get the girl you love, love the girl you get?" It worked well for us. After a while I loved her very much. Real true love indeed, but it is over now. How about you? Are you dating somebody?"She looked me straight in the eye and said, "Yes, I've met a handsome man on the net but we haven't met in real life yet. We'll have our first date as a lunch tomorrow." So I'm too late to get a date? However, I would like to apply for being some kind of substitute for. She brought her albums and showed me her pics and I felt really happy to see her childhood pics.She was sitting really close to me and her thighs were rubbing my thighs.I was able to see her cleavage and she dint mind about it. She was explaining each and every photo like when and where it was taken and I was busy watching her. I kept my hand on her thighs as if I ‘m holding the album. She dint give any reactions. I started rubbing her thighs slowly and she kept the album aside. Without wasting. ” “Even if you’re fucking more than one guy?” She grinned wickedly. “Especially if I’m fucking more than one guy.” “Even the black guys?” “Double-especially the black guys.” “Double-especially? That’s a new word. But I’m getting off the subject. So is fucking black guys a bad thing?” “I don’t know. I assumed you’d know after asking me all these goddam questions.” “I will when I finish asking them. Are any of the things you’ve just told me bad things?” She.