J was not my type. I don’t think that she was anyone’s type or that anyone was her type. By the way she dressed, I would have guessed she was a le...bian—and not the lipstick kind. My life and spank bank were full of taller, blonder, nicer women. How did I end up where I am with her and why do I stay here?Ms. J is not her name. She lives in apartment J, which is right above mine. It’s a classic three-story walkup: garden apartments below street level, a half-flight stoop that leads to my level,. This moment felt amazing while it was only the beginning. Soon our moves started to get faster and I pushed her onto the bed while I was still kissing her. In this position I could finally get under her shirt with my hands and meet her breasts. Her bra was in the way but I left it on for few moments to not rush things too much. Even though I wasn’t touching them directly her tits felt very soft. They weren’t big but for me, especially since it was my first time, it wasn’t much of a problem.. " Ah ... oh ... I didn't know." We talk on the telephone often and she called me after you left yesterday. She is very excited that you might be working here this summer." Well, first I think I should talk to you or Jan about that. I don't know if I'm the right person for this job."She laughed lightly. "When Jan passed me to get the luggage carts, he gave me the sign that said you were very suitable. How did you do that so quickly?"I shrugged. "I'm not sure. I helped calm the children down and. I don't know, I may be wrong; just give them both a lot of attention while they are here ... that could only help." What kind of attention are you talking about, specifically?" I asked."Do some reminiscing about Louise with them, without me around, OK?" Karol rejoined."OK, Karol ... thanks a lot. I never picked up on any of that. I love you!"We wandered out to the porch and saw Mika and Ruthie both already in the tub. I started to get in, and Karol said, "I have to go to the bathroom guys,.