Her nipples poked out on her perfectly pert boobs. Her boobs were small, neither of us looked or do look the age we are 25).. U could mistake her for ... teenage girl,But it wasn't her perfect pert girly breasts that made her sexy, nor her thighs or her eyes or her pussy.I mean admittedly she had her pros and cons in those areas but none of that mattered... Because her aura and demeanor towards me was pure heaven. She loved it so much and gave me some of my best sex. The day I made her squirt was. The home was nice, clean and his dad was pleasant as well. We had the usual chit chat and I went on my way. Now after a month of battling the “affection” issue, I thought maybe I should mention it to his dad and perhaps he could have some more influence. I called him up and asked if I could stop by for a few minutes. I approached the door a little nervous but knowing I needed to talk to him about this. He welcomed me in, very clean house, polite and hot to boot. He grabbed some tea for us and. “Ow!” I pulled back, just an inch. “I’m still sore. From last night. Pash-rash” I smiled, indicating the skin around my lips and my chin, still heavily made up. “Oh!” he said, the disappointment obvious. “I’m sorry.” “It’s not your fault,” I said, and then smiled. “Well, not entirely, anyway. You just have to be gentle with me.” I gave him another kiss, soft, dry, lips only. “Like that,” I whispered, our noses still touching. He kissed back again, more gently this time. “Is that better?” “A. The clerk includes the red nightie that I chose earlier in the box with everything else. Added to the bag is another mysterious box. I decide not to comment or ask about the mystery box. You can have your fun. I’ll have mine… later. I pay and as I am about to leave, the clerk says in perfect English, “Thank you, sir. I hope you enjoy your purchases.” I do a double take. “You speak English!” “Yes sir, I do.” Hmmm. “Thank you. We had fun.” “It seems that you did. But, I think the fun has yet to.