His house was a small two bedroom place, with clapboard siding, probably in excess of fifty years old. It was well used, but neatly kept.“I wasn’t...planning on visitors,” he said, as he helped her out of the car. “I’m kind of a messy housekeeper.”“I’m not here to judge your housekeeping,” she said.He stopped. “Why are you here?”She was standing closer to him than most people find comfortable, but she wasn’t uncomfortable at all.“I’m not quite sure yet.”He didn’t know what that meant, but took. A few moments later, I heard her starting to express her gratitude for the skillfulness of his lovemaking again, not quite as loudly this time, but still with a lot of enthusiasm. Things got quiet for a few seconds, then I heard Roger's voice. "Martha? Hey, are you OK? Martha... say something."I began to worry that something serious had happened, but a few seconds later I heard her respond. "Sorry, hon, didn't mean to scare you. Sometimes when I have a big one, the feeling is so intense that I. I cupped her one breast and felt her fast heart beats she was sweating in excitement with eyes closed and so was the condition of mine and I started pressing her boobs and I was in heaven and I can’t explain how much the pleasure I was getting that time.I hope you can imagine how I was feeling she giving me signal I started pressing her boobs freely now without any hesitation. I wanted her to exit very much and when I saw her very excited she was holding my hands which were busy in folding her. .”Gemma stopped at that point mid-sentence then turned to face Keith. She puffed her cute little breasts out towards him and continued with, “ ... and do you like my little titties Mr Keith-from-the-river?”Keith Poata once again found himself at a loss for words. It wasn’t everyday that he had a fifteen year old girl asking him to give an appraisal of her ‘titties’.Keith gave another nervous swallow before turning to look down at the girl’s puffy breasts. They indeed were very cute. The skin.