Let me tell you what really happened. My kind readers, I apologize for such a hiatus. I hope this tale makes it up to you! Little Red Riding Hood The ...reepy story parents tell their children growing up about some little girl in a red cloak and a scary wolf that pretends to be her grandmother because he – ahem – eats her, is wrong. Its dead wrong, for one, to tell children about a grandmother being eaten in any way whatsoever, physical or innuendo. And second, Im Little Red, and the bastards. I smiled, what do you say to the love you never intended to meet?"Join us..." A command phrased as a question, leaving a way out, only fair, given the circumstances.A little flustered, conscious of her blushes that at any other time she would score as a breaking the meter, she packed away her laptop, lifted her bag and moved to follow me, her actions far ahead of any conscious decision, as her eyes made plain. As we approached the table c stood, aware that something important was happening, yet. I watched her dry herself - swiftly, casually. Then into the guest-room - she seemed glad of my company. She flung her towel in a heap and stood naked except for the earrings, suddenly re-vitalised. Not much of a body - but her face! And suddenly her gaiety transformed her. She pulled on underwear and I helped her into the dress. A few moments at the dressing table to comb her hair and pin it, then slipping into low heeled shoes, fastening the broad belt round her waist and she was completely. " Charlie nonchalantly reached out and pressed his hand against Michelle's right breast. She tensed, starting at him in astonishment. He waited for her to push him away, but her eyes returned to the empty class, and she smiled nervously as Charlie gently squeezed her soft tit.Charlie continued, "The breasts can give an indication that the female is stimulated. As you can see, Michelle's nipples are stiff and swollen, indicating that she is becoming aroused." He stroked her nipple and then.