No. I just." My words trailed off into silence."George, let me tell you why I'm here." That would be good," I thought her explanation might keep my mi...d off her body and my lack of clothes."I'm here because I believe you're right about the virus and that Doris is right about what to do. Also, I like you and think we can at least be friends." I would like to think we are friends already."She smiled. Then, she said, "There is one other reason why I'm here. I don't want to be alone tonight. I'm. Our parents all say that the men need to weigh about twice as much as the women to be able to survive."Then with a little grin she added, "Of course, I have an additional handicap, being a platinum blonde. We're supposed to be pretty cold. Mom's a platinum blonde, too, as I guess you noticed. Dad teases her all the time about being slow to warm up. One night when I was very young, I was in bed with them while Dad played with Mom's nipples, and let his finger tips gently play all over her body. There outside my window was Rob. He was in his blue sweat shorts and Barry the dinosaur hoodie from the night before dancing around to Im on a boat. I opened the window and just stared a few moments before speaking. Hey Rob, what are you doing out here? Nothing much just was going to come over and see what was going on. he said with a shy smile. I thought it was the most gorgeous smile I had ever seen before. Oh, well arent you cold out here? Its pretty chilly well of course it was cold to me,. Her hands on my head now fingers gripping my hair, clasping me to her bust, the whole teat lay on my rigidly on my tongue, my teeth nipped at the areola as a distraction as my hands slid down her panties. Her soft rumps exposed and like putty in my clawing fingers, her moaning, loud, and erotic. We fell back onto her bed, the nipple jolts from my mouth, I move down, my tongue working on her navel, down, down, hair, wetness, that perfect womanly smell, taste, fleeting memories of the knickers.