”“Me? By who? What for?”“Your father, sent me to give you this.” She reaches into her sweater pocket and pulls out a small gift box. I’m ...aken aback by what she just said. My father? I extend my hand and shakily take the box from her. “Happy birthday Grant.” She walks away leaving me with a lot of questions. I pocket the small rectangular box and head over to Gloria’s place with my mind racing. I knock on Gloria’s door and she lets me in, and I try to keep my mind off the gift for now, I. "There you go Steph" I said "That's the job done". "Thanks Jim" said Stephanie "Why don't you pop into the house and I'll fix up you some cake I just baked for Lionel". We had a quick coffee and some cake and I was about to make my excuses when Steph asked for one more favour. The washing machine was leaking from the back and she couldn't reach to fix it. It was a simple job and bent down to fix it. Steph's pussy was now level with my face and her quim was still glistening and smelt so. We ended up going to an Indian restaurant, where,between smooth bottles of ice cold Tiger beer, wemanaged to eat our way through about half the menu, anot inconsiderable feat as it happens. After the mealwe went to a bar and sunk a couple more beers. Therewas some music on, and although I’m not much of adancer, we smooched out to some old slow soul number,and shared a first kiss.It was a big sloppy wet kiss, a tonsil tickler, inducedby one look into her big baby blue eyes; and she. "Its great momma," she said as she rushed to try it on."Momma," said Tanisha, "would you get mad if I picked out something abit, um, sexy??? It's just that I'm starting to feel more and morelike a woman, and I kind of want Tyrone to notice me, um, in that way,um, if you know what I mean." Sexy is fine," I said. "Just not trashy or slutty. Find something youlike and let me see."Ashanti came out in the dress and spun around, with an exhiliratingsmile on her painted Nubian face.Tanisha pulled a.