"I'm 25" he said.He was three years younger than me..."So, do you have boyfriend?" he said again."Well ... yes I do" I answered him.We sat for minute,...very quiet."I had better go and search for my little sister," I said."I will help you," he said politely.I was so impressed by his sweet offer to help me.We searched and searched around and could not find her. I was almost in tears, and he handed me his cell phone "Why don't you call your mother and tell her what happened. I am sure she will be. She told me her hot habits of dressing dirty but tasty in a tight top hiding her tiny titties and a mini-skirt with nothing underneath. Very feminine, french make-up and so sexy ... Moreover: She would love to visit me!Next day she told me about her dream last night. It started almost exactly as in our mutual messages with a bicycle ride through the park down to the market in old town. Next her dream got kinkier then our talks had been so far ...When we got to the market and off our bicycles, I. It was this horrible black and white polka dot monstrosity. If I was a good friend I would’ve begged her to stay in khakis. I kind of wanted to see my hot friend dressed like a dork from the early nineties. We couldn’t have looked more different. She had some snide comment like ‘I wish I had an aunt jonell to buy me cool clothes.’ I wanted to hit her. Sure aunt jonell bought me one outfit. Anything else in my closet was purchased with money I busted ass to earn. When you work that hard. .... Okay. She rarely drinks so when she has one or two, she’s feeling it. Level 1 is when she has one or two drinks and slips out of being shy and soft spoken into being bold and risqué. Sure enough, as she lies back down, she looks around the area and notices that more women had taken off their tops. She reaches behind her neck and unites the top string of her red two-piece, which exposes the top half of her tits. As time and wine coolers go by, she looked around again, looked at me and.