Be warned, this a new genre for me, plus it’s about a part of the world, culture, and country I have never visited. I have tried to write this in th... style of English as a Second Language to match the requester’s style. So apologies for any errors.hello, i am Cathy 25 y.o. girl, longhaired blonde, petite, 52kg 168cm, I study university for teachers, 2 years ago i was on my practice in school and teached 2 month young boys about 15 years old. Now i meet them in dance club, they are about 17 and. At least it kept the two of them together. She allowed her eyes to wander away from Emma’s clitoris towards her face and noticed that Emma’s eyes had a far away and distant look in them. She tried to work out what it was that Emma may have been thinking about. It certainly wasn’t sex. Perhaps she was thinking about her daughter. Certainly, Emma’s love for Maisie was very touching. Emma and her daughter would return together from the studio, hand in hand, in delightful joy at just being. A short two-day business trip with the project team had provided the opportunity to turn it into a full blown affair. They met several more times, but she ended it shortly before Eric came home.When Eric returned, he had changed, the care-free country boy part of him that would surface every once in a while seemed to have died. She knew his tour had been difficult and that he'd lost some close friends while he was over there.She even remembered the call from him a day after the worst had. In this way, she reminded me of Elizabeth.After lunch, I walked with her to her uncle's house. At the door she stopped and said, "My uncle is having a salon this evening. I would be glad if you could join us." I should be delighted. At what time will you expect me?" Eight of the clock. Would that do?" she asked."Of course. Till then," I said and bowed.She returned the courtesy and entered the door of the great house. It was only then that I took the time to examine the house. It was a grand.