I believe you about to have some company.A small electronic blip from her laptop rouses her eyes open. She reads the message. Her muscles go rigid.OMG... He’s coming over!Can you blame him? A beautiful woman, sexy clothes, hard nipples, flushed face. You look so hot. You look so slutty. A whore with a sweet, wholesome, girl-next-door face. You are perfect. You are a fantasy woman, given life. What should I do?Keep doing what you have been doing, pet. Don’t stop. Let’s play with him.The young man. Clifton to keep the rest put up for him, “I’ll be back this way one day and I hope you’ll still have my money for me.”“Tom you can count on it, I’ll keep it as safe as my own, it sure was good meeting you and getting to know you son, you take care.”Friday and Saturday was quiet, with no ruckus to speak of. Most of the talk was good talk about the races out at the Canady spread. Those that didn’t go, were wishing they had. Those that did were glad they did.Doc Caster took the bandage off Sheriff. Although my subject switched heavily into Sexual Cultural Anthropology and 'Emotional Education' of girls and gals into teens and eventually, mothers - I made numbers of c***dren at dozens of different dames in most continents, apart from the Americas, which I find very unappealing in every aspect - or generally into women and ladies at large. In short: I study "EXPERTIMENTAL EROTICS" for the last sexy sixty yummy years.I made sure to protect ourselves in my younger years of 'Deft Defloration'. ” She muses out as she reaches over taking a sip of Liah’s drink. “Whoops, sorry I hope you don’t mind, I kind of take stuff without asking at times, wanted to see if that was worth getting or not.” Liah looks between her glass and Angie, shrugging it off. “We are going to be roommates soon, we will be sharing more than drinks most of the time probably so I don’t mind, just try to ask when you remember.” Liah seemed to be getting more comfortable already as Angie gives her a sly smirk. “Done.