Her body – the 36c boobs, the curves, the ass that made Kim Kardashian’s look meager in nature – was always beautifully covered up, or not. Some...days, she’d come in looking like she ran the place – blazer with a matching skirt, heels, the works – and other days she looked like she was already dressed for the party that she was going to that night.Regardless of what she wore, she stole the scene that was Mr. Livshitz’ class daily – from the way her perky breasts would bounce in the bra that was. Perhaps he could put the money toward reviving the Second Estate, but how to do that was the bigger question in that regard.“Maybe when I’m older. But, living in a nook like this is part of growing up, ye ken?”Laughing again, he walked over to her and sat on the edge of her bed. “I suppose that’s true.”“Besides, I like it.”“I do too.”She giggled, reached out, and started pulling his trench coat off his shoulders. “Are ye nae hot?”He helped her, doing his best to ignore the butterflies in his. On the way back from the store, the driver was still at the wheel doing paperwork. We walked over to his door we complimented his tractor. After a couple of minutes chat, he asked whether we would like a tour. YES! we both said.Once in the cab and sleeper, the tour went well. The sleeper part was oversized and very comfy. I said, as though about to leave, "We would like to show our appreciation for the tour." I was behind Dee, reached around and opened her shirt revealing pretty, mid-sized. " You know I'm waiting by the phone," Laura teased."You better not be screwing Vondi, girl. Not when I can't join you." You screwed her without me," Laura said."She's my friend. She's my oldest friend." Don't worry about it, okay? Your friendship, I mean yours and mine, is too important to me."And she meant it, though right now she couldn't keep her mind off Alison. Except for Rhonda, Alison was the only white woman Laura had ever gone to bed with. Big deal, she thought. What difference did.