We were all hot to trot with the banana split idea and my step-sister slipped down to the kitchen to round up all the necessary ingredients like some ...oldier sent out on a mission behind enemy lines. While she was gone, I showed Veronica how nice it felt to take a finger or two up her brown eye and she was giggling the whole time letting me know she was no stranger to such nasty games.My step-sister came through the door breathing hard from running up the stairs. She really needed to lose some. "Girls," Fatima grinned, then fixed her eyes on Ann's bare tits. They were so cute, perky, and topped with mauve nipples. They were bigger than her own little mosquito bites.Ann blushed almost as red as her strawberry-blonde hair, and she quickly pulled on her sports bra. Niomi, another friend, threw back her head and laughed at blushing Ann. She didn't flinch as Fatima fixed her eyes on the Black girl's budding tits."I thought you were married, Fatima," Niomi grinned. "Why you checkin' out the. We reached in front of big building. Watchman recognized my wife and asked how are you she introduced me to watchman as my husband he smiled and we were to reach to the lift. Lift operator also smiled and said hello to my wife and asked when you have come from the native. I am sure she used to come quite often here. I had no much choice but to follow her. We reached to 15th floor and she pressed the bell. One young man come out and opened the door he must be mid thirties and looks quite. Even a barrette would be too much. Myhair was not girl long but it was close to tomboy length. However a girlwould still get her hair cut at beauty parlor even if she was a tomboy.My hair was way too short but if I could give it even a hint of stylemay be enough to confuse the lady. I will have to curl my hair likeMother did on Saturdays. But to be sure I got away with it I would haveto do it so carefully that no one would notice.I planned my outing on a Friday so it would be less crowded and.