They were my best friends, and I was onto their bullshit. Deep down, they both equated the idea of a committed relationship with “getting old” or ...omething—so as they approached their thirtieth birthdays with rising terror, they fought back harder and harder against the idea of settling down. Tracy deliberately dated assholes, Connor deliberately dated bimbos, and they both stayed the hell away from any member of the opposite sex who could actually make them happy. Specifically, each other.. Just before they took their seats, Elizabeth reached under her skirt and pulled her panties down just as matter-of-factly as a gentleman might remove his hat, and set them folded neatly on the empty seat beside hers. ‘Best we have those out of the way, isn’t it?’ she asked Jonathan as she took her seat across from him, with her legs a few enticing inches apart in her short skirt. When at last the train made its delightful jerk forward, the clouds looked ready to burst — with the same storm. "Much to my pleasure the person connect to the sculpted piece of art stood up and before me was a strawberry blonde beauty staring me straight in the eye. Her hair was the middle of her back, waved, and cascading down off her shoulders like a Celtic goddess. Her breasts though only slightly on the small side at a 'B' cup were equally on display through a low cut V neck shirt that gripped her body. The pressing of her incredibly pointy nipples through her shirt demonstrated her lack of brassiere. She was thin, with smallfirm breasts, long legs and a thatch of black pubic hairs between herlegs which contrasted with her flawless alabaster skin. Yana studiedher from where she lay on the chaise lounge."Asking for more money already; you are a girl after my own heart.Come. Let's get you showered." Yana arose from the lounge and tookKatcha's hand and led her to the bathroom, unbuttoning her own blousewith her free hand.Katcha soon settled into the routine at the brothel. She and.