Of course, Fat Tim also said reading them all ahead of time was perfectly fine, but he felt that if Fat Tim took the time to date these letters, why n...t go ahead and play the game.Tim retrieved the manila envelope from in-between his mattress and box spring. He retrieved the envelope labeled: “summer before ninth grade.” He immediately noticed the next envelope was labeled “one week before ninth grade.” He decided to go ahead and read both letters, figuring they would have good information in. I jerked off and went downstairs and saw her still crying. I asked her what happened. She told me it’s not right what we are doing. I told her its ok, it’s just you and me and consoled her.Next day I again went and told her I wanted to touch it. But this time I gave her one of my formal shirts and asked her to wear only that. After some persuasion, she agreed. My shirt was really tight for her and her breasts were literally pushing out.I stood behind her asked her to unbutton the top two. The depression had passed and as the temperature rose, so did the humidity. She decided on salad and cooked some new potatoes for potato salad; washed lettuce, tomatoes, cucumber and radishes, spring onions and beetroot, to eat with some ham from a local delicatessen.It got to seven o'clock and there was no sign of him. Chrissie told herself off for worrying; after all, he hadn't said what time he'd be back. Her stomach growled. She knew Tom would be cross if she didn't eat, so she made a salad. " Do you live in San Francisco?"Lorrie shook her head. "L.A. But I'm on this run for a few days. I'll soak 'em at the Airport Hilton." You could... stay at my place," Laura said, hesitating, feeling awkward, not knowing how her offer would be received. "I mean, if you're tired of staying at the hotel. You could soak them there." She smiled."Golly, that's really nice of you," Lorrie said, dimples dimpling. "You really mean it, don't you."Laura nodded. "I really mean it."She realized that right.