But we don’t feel the same. We came to the corner and sit in place. She hold my hand in her hand and we start to talk like lovers. It may be our fir...t time…. But we don’t feel the same. We chatted about our family and relations. Finally we came to our personal matter.I asked her …. Do you have any experience with girls…? She said no… and asked me the same. I said no.. and …. In mean while I put her hand on my breast… and asked how was it… she pressed and told ,,, milky.. and pressed … I seen. She had never, ever cum like that in her life. Her legs were like jelly but she managed to sort of scoot off of her desk and he took her against him steadying her. He kissed the top of her head and inhaled deeply the scent of her hair, like cinnamon, he thought warmly. He lifted her chin and kissed her full lips loving the taste of her. “I want you to bend over your desk and spread your legs for me.” She gazed into his eyes wanting the sweet kiss he just gave her to go on forever. She obeyed. Boop.* The sleepy brunette extended her right arm. It landed on the phone. *Boooop. Boo-* ‘Hello you’ve reached the Palm Tree Inn and Suites my name is Barbara how may I help you,’ she rattled off, half-slumped over the reception desk. There was no answer, just some tropical music. After ten seconds, a recorded voice clicked on. ‘Thank you, and good-bye,’ it said in measured, dulcet tones. The line went dead. ‘Hello? Hello?’ The Barb hung up. ‘Pah,’ she spat, ‘stupid recordings.’ She sat up. But when he started high school, I found a need to have us sleep in separate beds so I could help my son get a little detach from me. I managed to get two small single beds at each side of the wall and still have a small aisle in between the beds.As a cocktail waitress, my outfit is a bit sexy, showing much skin and legs. As a little boy, my son was curious and loved to watch me change into my short skirt and putting on my pantyhose. And he also liked to help me clip my bra. I didn’t find it.