" Oh thank you mum," said Kirsty, sitting up and throwing her arms tightlyaround her mum's neck."No problem," laughed Mrs Wilson, wriggling free. "No... get to sleep, youhave school in the morning!"* * *The next day Charlotte was torn. Part of her was eager to get to school,she enjoyed learning and she would see Kirsty again. The dissenting partwas frightened about what Kirsty would say if she ever found out and ifother people in the school would see through her masquerade. Thethoughts of the. Our staff was much like the tv show. In fact, Loni Anderson was so much like our Loni that I never knew if they might be the same person. I only saw the television show after our family moved to a small rural town with terrible reception.I had become fascinated with radio technology and its faceless anatomy which seemed perfect for my shy nature and skinny, awkward appearance. Radio seemed to like the great equalizer.When WKRP had an opening for an school-aged intern, I was called for an. She crawled back up to start kissing me some more and cuddled up close. I just couldn’t keep my hands off her tits, and she loved every little touch.Although I did occasionally slide my hands down over that incredible ass, that was as far as that afternoon went. Clearly, she was getting past me being with Morgan from time to time. I’m sure they still talked and knew every time I was with one of them or the other. We had talked about it and decided that whatever happens between us would stay. Now I suspect most of you readers under the age of forty would think that an eighty year old woman should just do her knitting and wander off silently into the grave with a little inconvenience as possible. Unfortunately, I have taken the opposite point of view and have been trying to do as many randy males as possible considering my reduced ability to entice the boys into firing position to engage my ports of entry.I have discovered the best course of attack is to simply bend over in the.