"Want to switch to IM?" Sure. My MSN screen name is the same as my room one." Same here." We switched over. "We never exchanged names." Sure we did. H...w do you think we are holding this conversation?" You know what I mean. Our real names." Oh that. You really want to know more about me?"Why wouldn't I?" Most guys are scared of the fact I swing a mean hockey stick." LOL. Only most guys?" The others tend to be more violent than a game of NHL hockey." That's legal???" LMAO. Probably not. But I. I asked her if I will get whatever I wanted and she said, that is why she is here. I asked her to come close and asked her and she did, I asked her, if I can touch her, she said yes, I grabbed her legs and separated them, she was standing and I was sitting on the chair, I asked her if it is alright and she nodded, next I parted her legs by putting my hand in between and started rubbing her inner thighs, she just kept smiling, I went up a bit a brushed against her pubes, she was still smiling.I. “What about your aunt Jessica?” I said, and she said “We don't know that for sure. And even so, that's different too”.So I said “It really bothers you, doesn't it?” and she said “Yeah” and she opened the refrigerator and got the orange juice out and poured herself a glass and then she asked me if I wanted some and I nodded and then I said “But why?” and she said “I don't know”.She hoisted herself up on the kitchen counter and I did too and sat there next to her and I said “I'm sure your mom is. Her lips made a natural suggestion of a smile, which was refelected in her deep green eyes. She almost purred to herself as she made her way to the wardrobe.Linda dressed quickly. She laughed at how embarassed Chuck must have been at buying female clothes. How he must have stammered at Victoria's Secret when he had purchased the teddy she now slipped into. The cool silk of it smoothed against her skin, promising to be a joy to wear. Next came the thigh high stockings, milky white tubes that.