The accent is on the end—not on the ‘Ro’, it’s on the ‘lande’.”Roxie was seated in a booth at the back of the restaurant. She had worked...six hours straight and then Rolande told her to knock off and get herself some dinner.She looked around and had to admit the place looked a lot better than when she first came in, including a mopped floor and cleaned tables. She even went behind the counter and took orders. It was like being back in the Bluebird.There were only a half-dozen patrons left in the. "This is very nice," she said simply. "I like it here." Thanks. Give me your coat and get out of your - boots?" Which is what she was wearing: hiking boots. Logical for a kid her age in the Northeast in winter."Of course." She unfastened the coat as I slipped out of my impractical and totally ruined shoes. Under the coat she wore a leather vest, and black turtleneck sweater and jeans. I was careful not to gape, drool or let my eyes bug out. She was stacked. Above her narrow hips was a waist. ” “You’re kidding.” “Not at all,” she replied, “But it was even better than I’d thought it would be.” “I’m flattered,” I said, giving her a quick kiss on the lips. “But you know, I have another fantasy I want to live out.” “What is it? I’d be happy to help.” She gave me a wicked grin, “I want to make another girl come.” “Well, you wanna go somewhere more comfortable before we get started?” We dressed quickly, pausing only for quick grabs at each other, and nearly ran across campus to my. I realized that with the now combining with my own sweat of anxiety. I was becoming a wet mess. But with the towel still in my hands, I examined my tits, pussy, hips and butt. Smiling, I was certain that he loved me and loved my body, just as I did him.So with a spray of favorite cologne on my pussy and boobs. I slipped the red nightie on and viewed myself in the mirror. I must say that I looked gorgeous by any opinion. What had me confused though. Was why the matching panties. I mean if we.