Frankie, “Oh hey there Abbey! I missed you in class today! Where were you at today?” she smiled politely at her.Abbey said, “There is no use for...class today, and I would like you to cut class with me.” Her heavy accent hanging in the air, and the frosty snowflakes floating in the air around her.“But skipping class isn’t a good thing, Abbey I didn’t think you did this kind of thing! We were always so good when it came to keeping up attendance!”“Frankie, it will be fun. We will study together,. "This way can show and tell," she said, her young body totally nude in the warm, afternoon sunshine that filled the bedroom.As Anita flopped back down on the bed beside her, Diane looked at her friend in a new way. She had always thought that Anita was pretty, but now she was more than that. She was a woman, she had been fucked. Her body even looked different, her curves more defined, her tits more bountiful.Diane felt pale in comparison. She felt like such a child."So first we kissed a little. ‘Now then… let’s find somewhere nice where I can get a couple of frosty mugs of beer,’ she said. ‘I’m going to need them, I think’ she added, giving me a meaningful look. We ended up having a pleasant lunch at a sidewalk table outside a little place about a block from the hotel and she ended up drinking not two, but three beers. It had been sunny when my flight arrived earlier but now the sky was darkening with the threat of heavy weather and there was an electric closeness in the air that only. There was little doubt about the measure of luck he’d been gifted with. His wife was beautiful, and not just in his eyes. He’d overheard enough talk over a pint or three at the local pub to know she was the subject of much speculation, most of it lust fueled. And who could blame them? His gaze wandered over her body, only a thin white shift hiding her treasures from him. She was slender, but the slenderness of a young woman, rather than a boy. Her breasts although small, were perfectly.