So noticing that someone suddenly sat next to caught me somewhat unprepared. Especially when the person was a classy senior girl. THE blonde twin. Mos... likely a real blonde, not one from the bottle. One of the twins who were not twins. But who both were so classy that they could have been. And I need slow down my internal processing before too much extra heat is generated and my head explodes. It could not have taken long for me to gather myself together but she must have noticed something. Manners mattered. Servers in service industries were people trying to make a living, and deserved respect. They weren’t slaves.He admitted there was a fine line between being a demanding customer and being an asshole. One way to keep from crossing that line was to be polite. Simple words like ‘please, thank you, you’re welcome, and excuse me’ went far to keeping one on the correct side of that invisible line. Compliments were always appreciated.A good customer recognized when a server was. ”After a quick shower and blow drying my now really short hair, she had me model my new outfits. I still didn’t get her ideas on the tops. We’d purchased two, two packs of men’s sleeveless loose-knit undershirts. One pack was men’s small, and the other was men’s large. When I questioned her about it while we were in Sears, she just laughed and said, “Trust me.” They were less than five dollars per two pack, so I didn’t press her on it.She had me put on the pink shorts first and one of the small. She told my to start sucking her toes. I went at her with a fever. I took each of her beautiful toes in my mouth and worshipped them. She told me to work my way up to her pussy.It was difficult for me to keep my long blond hair out of the way. I kissed every inch of her beautiful legs. I reached her love pot. I slowly parted her lips with my tong and found her love button. I worked it around sucking, nipping and pulling on it till she exploded covering my face in her juices. I wonder what she.