” Hearing her beautiful, soft voice and the fact that all the store employees dress in a uni sex fashion, did nothing to tell me if she was a he, or...if he was a she. Like I said, it didn’t matter, she was beautiful, but my brain tried to process it, tried to reason it all out. I asked for her phone number, but she only gave me her email address. As I left, I had little hope that it was even a real address. But I had to try, so that night, I sent her a message. I was shocked and thrilled to hear. He explaining they had been dismissed from the airport and he had come home as quickly as he could, and that he had missed her, which she said; “as he looked so fit and healthy, it was un-likely and as no doubt he would have enough girls his own age to keep him occupied!” he grinned and said that she “was his no1 girl and always would be! To which she blushed and rushed off to make tea, while he fetched and then dug into his case. She put his own old familiar mug on the table, and sat down,. I giggled, and said:“What are you looking at?” she stuttered.She didn’t know what to say, and instead said nothing. She reached her arm out, through the bubbles, and started to caress my soft skinned and tender breasts. I started to moan quietly, and then she suddenly let go, and looked away from me:“I’m sorry” she said “but they are just so gorgeous, I couldn’t help but touch, I don’t want this to ruin our friendship!”I knew it wasn’t going to, I had dreamt for something like this to happen. The coffeepot flew towards Will and hit him square in the chest."What the... You bitch! Look at my shirt!" We're through Will, I don't want to see you anymore. Get out!"Emma turned to pick up my plate which still had some leftovers from my breakfast on it. She did have the reflex of tapping the crumbs and leftovers on the tray before hurling the plate towards Will once more. Again she had given him a nice view of her ass. Another picture taken."You've gone mental!" Will squeaked as the plate.