Well, as straight as any fourteen-year-old could have. I know I’m going to blow it, though. I’m going to make mistakes. But the one thing I’m de...ermined to do is not make any mistakes with the girl I think is my true love. I’m concerned about her ‘permission’ to mess around, but Melanie and she both seem to agree it’s going to work. I’m surprised at how smart they both are. In reality, those are the two who you should be calling smart. I’m just listening to them. And the girl, well, she thinks. She: No dude!! You look great and of my type (she chuckled).Me: Hmmm sorry did i hear something?? your type??She: I meant your nature. (giggling) . you are just the way I wanted my friend to be, who understands a woman’s feelings be it happy or sad and who knows how to treat a woman unlike despo guys around who we see daily.Me: I would take this as a compliment shilpi, Thanks for that. I am glad.She: So no comments towards me?? (with a shy smile and a slight wink)Me: I prefer complimenting than. The day that they finished the work, the crew put a decal on the large plate glass window in front of the space: “Maria’s School of Dance; jazz, tap and ballroom.”Jim never gave it much thought, imagining a long line of senior citizens weakly strolling in and out for dance lessons. To his surprise, there were a few “grey hairs” as he called them, but in the afternoons just before he closed, he began to see several young women, most of them Hispanic looking with long dark hair and shapely. Tammy repositioned herself, sticking her hand under her abdomen and them lower, towards her honey pot. When she silently lifted her buttocks, and slipped a lone finger into her vagina, I knew I was good to go.I repositioned myself by spreading Tammy’s legs open, fully exposing her shaved vagina as I settled back on to the bed, between Tammy’s widespread legs. I slipped a lone finger into her moist pussy. She let out a soft purring sound, almost like a cat.I was hard as a rock. “Hang on,” I.