Are you ready? Well, first some facts about me. I'm twenty-five, wavy ash-blond hair just past my shoulders, blue-gray eyes, one dimple, yes, just one... on the right cheek, nice, firm boobs, they got me lots of looks in high school. Well, in college, too, and right up to a few minutes ago when I was coming back from lunch. Any way, let's see, okay, my boobs, um, 34-C, they both angle a bit off to each side and are quite round, even wider than my chest a bit. Nipples, well, they're not real big,. Holy shit! I thought to myself. What is going on here? ‘Sorry for the sweats and hat, I just haven’t made it to the shower yet today,’ she said, making it clear that she wasn’t really sorry, just apologizing out of common courtesy. ‘Not a problem!’ I said, thinking, she could wear a burlap sack and it would look fabulous… ‘Oh, trust me, if I had known that I was going to run into YOU, I would have put some serious effort into getting ready before heading out,’ she said, dripping with innuendo.. Papa and Mamma, and a younger sister Sophie, as lovely as Hebe, was at the door to receive us.Harry-------------Notes;1. During my visit to London for studies where we had an Old Ancestral Home, I stumbled on a family treasure. Apart from other things I also found a hump of books, diaries, and notes in the treasure which contained classic, Age-old, Erotic books, Novels, and Magazines probably collected by my Ancestors. They are all timeless and precious. They are a must-read for all erotica. She had seen Vicky at church and thought what a pretty young girl she was. She also liked her attitude which seemed to be to take little nonsense from anyone else. That went for girls her own age as well as much older women. Mrs. Brown had often wondered what Vicky might have been like as a form teacher as she had an, ‘Obey me or else,’ tone of voice.Vicky was as ever respectful and referred to the ex-form teacher as Mrs. Brown as they talked.Mrs. Brown and Vicky chatted quite happily for most.