When the summer came around I still hadn’t had the chance to make friends with any of the k**s my age. So instead of trying to meet new people I got...my push lawn mower out of the garage, and went from door to door asking people if they needed their grass cut for a cheap price, after about four houses with no luck, I walked to the house that was at the end of the cul de sac. When I knocked on the door a lovely middle aged white lady opened the door I told her that my name was King and she said. ”As far as I knew Mike wasn’t sick, and he was in as good a shape as I was, so what was the deal? I figured I’d let it go for now.“OK. I still feel like going, so I’ll see you later.”I didn’t think much more about it. With a wave to Professor Bertolli, I took off.It was late afternoon when I got back. I heard grunts and other noises when I got close to our campsite at the edge of the campground, screened by some bushes and our car from the rest of the folks. I angled away from the path a little. I practiced sitting, making sure to smooth my skirtunder me, to keep my knees together, legs to the side, my hands togetherin my lap. I tried crossing my legs when I sat, which I found to be alittle harder, but it felt so feminine to be sitting there, my nylon cladlegs crossed at the knee under my pretty skirt, my silky slip under myskirt, my pretty three inch heels dangling there.I've always watched the way girls move and act and was trying my best tomatch what and how I thought a girl should. " I know it's awfully late," I said, "but I'm still looking for a place to stay. I suppose I'll be very lucky to find anything." Yes, it is very late, said Mike, "but good luck finding a place; you'll really need it."I mentioned that this was a gorgeous couple, didn't I? They both had athletically fit and toned bodies. Mike could easily pass for a Greek god of mythology and Cindy could easily pass herself off as a Penthouse model. She is a very tall and statuesque with an "abundant," chest..