Fiona played tennis and the hours she spent on the court each week helped keep her in superb condition. Now, as she looked herself over in the mirror,...the only thing she really had to complain about was the size of her boobs. At only 34b, she felt she still looked like a boy on top."At sixteen I deserve something a bit more impressive!" she thought to herself.She had purposefully omitted to wear a bra this morning. She wanted to try and maximise the impact of what little she had and she was. The door was closed and I hesitated but turned the handle and peeked in. Haley had changed the sheets last night after I left I guess and lay sleeping in a frilly nighty I recognised as one of Pete’s mum’s. If she looked sexy naked she looked deadly in lace. I bent over her and kissed her lips. Her eyes fluttered open and she smiled. “Help me up Mikey.” She struggled from the bed and stood bowlegged. I saw the oil bottle still beside the dresser and poured some into my hand. “Lift the nighty. If you are in a grocery store, It may be a simple question like "where's the juice?". In a bar, it may be more elaborate like not having seen her before or you being there the first time or whatever - but you need to get the conversation going. Find out where she's from, what she does and why she is there? Take real interest in her. Make her feel wanted and important. She will rush through her answers and she may try to cut the conversation short because she lacks confidence and she doesn't. She kicked the thong away and lay on the floor. She raised her knees and spread her legs as the Doberman watched and sniffed the air."Go on Bruno, go get it boy," the landlord urged the dog. Bruno stepped forward and dipped his nuzzle into her crotch, taking a deep sniff and then licked her slit from her asshole to her clit, spreading her lips as he went. Ms Americana grabbed her knees and pulled them back to her chest, giving Bruno greater access to her goodies. Bruno settled onto the floor.