Stepping inside, she flipped on a light switch and the entry hallway lit up. “Looks good,” I told her. She didn’t say anything, just stood quiet...y looking towards what I assumed was the living room. “I can check inside further, if you’d like.” She nodded solemnly and I moved into the living room, where Natasha flipped on a couple of lamps. I moved around the room, poking my head through a doorway that led into the kitchen. Everything seemed to be secure. No boogie men jumped out of any corners. Mummy reads to me at home.”“Great! Do you have a favourite book or story, Fran?” She thought about this then nodded: “The one about Aslan and Narnia.”“Oh, you mean The Lion, The Witch and the Wardrobe?” She smiled and nodded: “Yes, that one.”“You know, Fran, that was one of my favourites, too; I think I’ve still got a copy; would you like me to read some of it to you?” Her smile told me her answer: “Yes, please, Mr Michael!” I didn’t correct her: it’s not an easy name for a child to. She is 5'10" around 130 and absolutely stunning, she turns heads anywhere she goes (both men and women) and is just a magnet to potential fun! There was no need to look or plan a wild time it found us.She after entering an amature contest ended up working part time as a dancer (which I dont know how "I" had the energy for her to do it full time) Well my story is about a time we were in the larger city near ours club hopping and having a few drinks and fun. Out of the blue she says she wants to. He continued saying, I am not joking aunty I am serious you are very sexy, in fact I have stroked myself many nights whenever I think you reading my books. I asked him what you find me so sexy. He said yourself a beauty with gorgeous face, potting lips, you have good shapes, your boobs, your waist is too small to bear those big butts, don’t know how is your chooth hope it will be more beautiful I guess so and I loved whenever I see your breast while you taking breaths.He suddenly asked are you.