Yess was a neighbor and still sees her mom every week – that’s how I know about my father’s various live-in girlfriends. Candy, Jolene and Marni... from Emory; you’d like them as well. There are a couple of cousins on Mom’s side I always got on with; perhaps they’d like to come. I’d certainly like to introduce you to them. Oh, and Mikala.”“Mikala?”“Yeah, she was a high school video production classmate who really helped me do the work for my scholarship application. Without her, I wouldn’t have. She blushed and her hands pressed my head to her tummy tightly. I moved slightly down and rubbed her thighs. Her thighs were so smooth. I was rubbing and kissing her legs over the dress.She started to feel my chest inside my shirt without removing the dress. Then she put her right leg over me and now I was feeling her pussy with my thighs. I started to rub there. She was almost like a mad girl kissing me all over my face.I put my right hand inside her dress and massaged her boobs over her bra.. "Oh God ... no vent," she moaned. The moan was loud enough to warn the men in the building. Vee hadn't eaten sensibly since she came back from Konstanz ... and she was one of those rare women who produce the finest products of intestinal unfortitude when she was running on empty instead of on full. Her last real meal was a salad bar at the Caf in Konstanz and there isn't much that exceeds the malodor of lettuce, pepperoncini, dill pickle, black olives and mushrooms mixed with stomach acid .... "Thank you, I picked it out myself. It's not my real name." You don't say," I said."Yeah, it's my stage name. I'm a dancer. My real name is Sarah." It's a sincere pleasure to meet you Sarah," I said in a voice as non-patronizing as I could manage. "Where do you live?"She squinted and shook her head, "In the ... on the ... river ... drive" On the River Drive?"She nodded."Banana River Drive?"She was headed for the record books. Her head lolled back and to the right with her chin jutting upward..