." Oh ... yea!" she said with a chuckle. "Of course. Of course I do ... and they do! They finish!"Nate groaned internally at how explicit the conversa...ion was becoming and at how incredibly at ease Lizzie was with it."O.K. I get that. They get what they want. Um ... do they satisfy you in return?"Lizzie opened her mouth to give a quick reply and she was amazed to find that she had none. She stopped to consider Nate's words. Finally, she asked for clarification."Um ... I don't mean to sound. I could notice that there was a twinkle in her eyes, which was turning into a little fire. I kissed her chins, and wandered down to her throat, leaving wet trails, and she lifted her head, a soft moan escaping her lips. Her soft skin, and her sweet fragrance was driving me to a far off land, and I kept kissing her neck, caressing her hair.I dragged my hands downwards caressing her shoulders, then the sides of her boobs, which were so soft, as she grabbed my waist and her hands were wandering. "Duh! Cooties," laughed Emily and entered her bedroom.Moments later a freshly showered Andrew returned. Emily threw the shirtwhich caught him squarely in the face."Oops!" "See it's not girly okay? The cut is slightly feminine but it'snot that visible. If you leave it untucked no one's going to know." Shewinked.As Andrew put on the shirt he could feel the difference. Although notvisible it felt as if the material were softer, more delicate. It evenfelt as if the sides were sort of concave,. There were plenty of little Bistro's around so I chose one that looked inviting and went for a coffee. Now in England we drink tea, probably because the English have no idea how to make coffee. The Yanks make coffee like Jet fuel, but I had got used to that, including the habit of no milk or cream, the Yanks think that any guy who takes those two additives is probably of dubious sexuality. The French, now they make coffee into an art form. It's not the drink itself, which is very good, but it.