”“What skills do you have Steve?”Steve frowned,“As in working skills? None really sir, I know a few things because I read a lot and I have fin...shed my diploma in Business Management.”Donald nodded,“I see…do you have any work in mind?”Steve shook his head,“No sir not really, I’m kind of a Jack of all trades, I used to help out around my home town. I just seem lucky with electronics and engines, part of the reason why I’ve started my IT studies this year.”Donald looked out passed Steve and. " They jolly nearly are and Serena and I are like sisters." Well I hope I'm not like your brother." What's wrong with my brother?"Mark stuck his tongue out at her and she laughed."Come on," he said draining the last of his beer. "Let's eat and enjoy this wine."They chattered happily over dinner. Afterwards they helped each other wash up and then sat back down on the sofa again with their wine."Ooh, I know," said Mark. "I've got an LP of Peter Katin playing Chopin nocturnes. Good idea?" Yes. One early summer morning I was walking on the beach just looking at what had washed up the night before. The beach had showers and bathrooms spaced about every quarter mile or so and that was a good thing cuz I had to go pee.There were no urinals so I looked for a empty stall to pee in none of the stalls had doors and I didn't want to pee on the seat at ten years old that was quite frequent so I went into a empty stall and sat down. It didn't dawn on me that it seemed like there were a lot of. As she spun around, I could see no signs of a bra strap across her back, but given her sister's absence of breasts, that did not surprise me. The slacks that she wore also came with no unnecessary material; she appeared to be poured into them. Her ass was a thing of beauty — firm, tight, and small. As she slowly turned around to face me, the sheerness of her blouse came into play and I saw two very firm, nicely pointed breasts with clearly defined areola staring out at me.I am afraid I dallied.