"Sorry, squirt. I shouldn't have snapped at you like that." No, you shouldn't," she agreed with a big smile."Thanks for telling me about the phone. I ...as just in a bad mood because..." I understand."And I think she did too. I smiled at her and pulled the door closed.In the kitchen, I picked up the phone. "Hi, it's Tony." Tony! What's the weather doing there?"Who the hell was calling for a weather report?The phone in the kitchen was old-fashioned. It had a cord, but a long one. I held the phone. I gave May the pages to read. Then I asked her to translate them aloud and I taped her. Afterwards I transcribed the tape onto my word processor and made any necessary adjustments. Obviously, May didn't come up with nice, rounded sentences when she translated the text on the fly. Her English is a bit weak in any case. Also, May told me that the text is written in a very formal language. "Like a letter from a bank or a government office," she said. So I have rephrased May's mumblings into. I took to the sink with my now cum covered hands and began to wash off the sticky white substance. I turned off the sink and went to bed next to the girl of my dreams thinking about what had just happened as I dozed off to sleep. At about 9 in the morning I woke up felling rested even though I only got 5 hours of sleep and a lot hung over, so I went to the kitchen and got me and her a glass of ice water for when she wakes up. On my way back I set down the water on the end table and went pee as. ‘Put your head under the water,’ she tells Steph. Steph complies and lets the water soak her hair and wash the rest of the soap from her skin. Tiffany pulls her away, applies the shampoo and works it into her hair. Steph tilts her head back to let the shorter woman get her head. Her breasts stick up and out and her nipples are so hard they hurt. Tiffany massages her head then rinses all the shampoo out of her hair. ‘There, you are all clean now!’ Tiffany says. ‘Why don’t you stand away from the.