“Hold your skirt up” I said, when she did I crouched down in front of her, pulled her knickers to one side and licked her hairy gash, it must have...been only a couple of minutes when she groaned louder, dropped her skirt and climaxed again.I stood up and unbuttoned my jeans, as they fell to the floor and my erection was plain to see I pushed her towards the work bench. Lifting up her skirt I put my fingers in her knickers and pulled them down, took them off her ankles and touched her with my. After signing, the boxes were stacked in the entrance hall.The girls who Barb had shooed off to dress had returned. All were wearing Levi’s except Paula who was wearing only a thong. When Barbara pointed out that there were a great many more packages being delivered, she replied that modesty was not an occupational requirement for prostitutes, and she was one.“Hah!” Barb responded. “You are no more a prostitute than I am.”“But you’re wrong,” Paula said. “Fred has never taken me without paying. “Good morning, sweetie,” I replied.“Are you hungry?” I asked.“Yes,” she replied.“I was just about to make some bacon and eggs,” I said, nodding towards the fridge. I added, “Go pour yourself some milk.”I watched her walk to the fridge. I couldn’t help admire how her low-cut white cotton panties and short top exposed her midriff, showing off her flat stomach, narrow waist, and cute round butt. I had no idea a 10-year-old girl could be so curvy.Since we were both so skimpily dressed, I thought. I realize that sounds terribly old fashioned, and some younger women chide me for this. I can't help it, it's the way I want it. It is the way I believe it should be. You come home after a long day at work, "Darling, I'm home!!" I can hear the smile in your voice as I rush to meet you at the door. I greet you with a hug and a passionate kiss, "God, I've missed you today." It seems like an eternity since you left this morning. You kick off your shoes, and I take your hand and lead you.