Beverly returned to Meridian about a week later. Bobby had held her mail and took it to her when he saw she was back."Thanks," she said."Call me if yo... need anything," he said. He gave her a card with his phone number printed on it.He didn't expect her to call. But he was disappointed when he didn't get to see her for a week or so.A registered letter gave him the opportunity to see her again. He rang the bell.Beverly answered. Her eyes were puffy.Bobby said, "A registered letter for you. I need. And she did look like a younger Barbette, blonde hair and long legs, the only difference was her breasts weren't as large."Chantelle was just about to give me a head massage, Antoine gone off to dinner with his boyfriend and we have the salon to ourselves" Barbette explained. "Sit in the chair beside me and you can one also". As I've never had a head massage so I sat down in the next chair. "Chantelle, why not do my lover first" suggested Barbette and I felt Chantelle's long fingers begin to. Beth knew that she would feel every knuckle through the undersized gloves. The two sweaty women climbed into the ring. Jim helped each of them get into their gloves. They stood in opposite corners glaring at one another. Beth kept her feet moving, she was eager to fight, she shot hatred through her eyes at her buxom enemy across the ring. Kira stood tall and proud with a smug look on her face. She rested one arm on the ropes, while gently massaging her pubic mound. Her face had a. There were also several half slips. All of them were elegant in their lace trim, tailoring and just general appearance. There were a few nightgowns folded in the bottom of one basket. "I grew up in the day when all women wore slips. In fact back then, half slips were not that common. Some of my friends mom's back when we were p*****n, were not at all shy about walking around the house in just a slip. I often wonder if they ever realized the effect a woman in a slip has on a young boy who.