Her legs were long and shapely, her thighs perhaps a bit heavy but her round ass was prime, incredible, and the little skirt swayed when she walked, s...ishing from side to side. It might have been twelve inches long, a kilt. Her shoes were hardly standard, spike heels, about four-inch ones."Sir," she said with a tremble in her voice, Barbie-pink lips pouting, "they said you might help me. I was late registering, missed the train yesterday." She did not seem to be able to stop wiggling and her. One day while I was jogging I stumbled into her again laughed at seeing each other for unknown reasons. Thank god this time there wasn’t the famous awkward silence. We chatted casually and exchanged numbers our most funny encounter was that when we both exchanged our numbers and we dint remember each other’s names we I first admitted awkwardly that I can’t remember her name she also admitted laughingly that she also can’t remember my name.We got to know each other for long time this time after. "So..." Candace continued, "Just exactly how many women have you been with." I liked my number, and being buzzed allowed me to be forward with. "Four." Candace liked this answer. "So we could double that number with just this party couldn't we?" "You could more than double it." "Ambitious I see." I just shrugged my shoulders. These girls I think had all gotten together and decided to tease the fuck out of me. I was game though, heck, maybe I could even get lucky enough and score with one. "Come in and meet my Mum?" she asked."Sure," I replied."Mum I'm home," she called out, "this is Terry," she introduced me."Hello Terry," she said with a smile, "I've heard a lot about you." Mum please," gasped Clare."What, oh yes sorry," said her mum, "I'll make some tea."We sat down in the back room and tea arrived. After a few uncomfortable silent minutes."Are you still seeing Sandra?" she asked."Yeah great girl," I said truthfully."Oh, that's nice," she said, but suddenly my heart stopped.