“I let a boy touch me.” She replied, trying to keep a straight face but grinning just a bit.“Where did he touch you?” I asked.“On my boobies... And on my booty.” She replied“Did you like it?” I asked.She nodded a little bit.“What else did you do?”“I let him put his thing in my mouth.” She said, blushing.“What thing?”“You know, his dick.” She smiled.I faked a shocked gasp.“You’re a bad girl!” I scolded, fighting to keep a straight face.“I know. I’m a bad, bad girl.” She replied, the sex kitten. He managed a slight smile, then closed his eyes again.“It’s 9:30, James.”“Okay, give me a minute.”He rubbed his eyes, finally starting to wake up in earnest.I lay beside him, studying his facial features. My eyes traveled over the tousled salt-and-pepper hair, those clear blue eyes, that sexy five-o’clock shadow; in that moment, he was perfect to me, and I couldn’t imagine being with anyone else.He looked at me. “Whew, what have you been doing, stinky?” he said, breaking out into laughter.I. Slim , quite a nice guy.I lower the window ....me . hey mate how are you doing ? him fine thanks , god you look nice .me thanks .do you want to get in? yes please. he climbs in him , god I cant believe this , I don't know what im doing here , I am not even gay or anything , but you look so sexy . I love stockings . that's ok , I say . him , can I touch your stockings please..cause you can ...he runs his hand up and down my leg , my skirt was pulled down nice and neat and it wasn't long before. For a couple of minutes you toy with the idea of just deleting the e-mail and forgetting about it. You didn't exactly expect to get an answer from them and sent in the application mostly because there was nothing better to do. You couldn't afford to go out much these days, the bills were piling up and the language in them is definitely getting more surly. More than one is marked "final demand" in threatening red letters. What the hell, it couldn't hurt to see what they had to say, maybe it was.