Oh man, that was close. I was going to say they were really soft. Oh my God. If mom had heard.Just as I left, she took my hand again and said, ‘I pu... a note in your backpack. Read it and then throw it away.’‘Bye.’The whole way to school I was in a complete fog. I couldn’t talk with my friends because I kept looking for a place to read this note. It’s not like there is anyplace you can go in school where it would be like private enough to read a note like that. I finally checked out a media room. Mom got a few weird friends that scared my 12 year old skin, they all looked like witches and together they did a real "akelarre" or a witch meeting with their scandalous laughs, and plans to probably rule the male world.After a few months of those plans I was looking for something under my mother bed and found this plastic transparent bag with a little girl pink party dress and matching panties. Also a shoebox with white Mary Jane shoes and a packet of girl tights.Sure I discarded any funny. I open my eyes to see your dark hands and lips on my light breasts. I can see so much with the contrast of complexions. You move your body between my legs and onto mine. You kiss me again with your full weight on me one hand on firmly on my booty with my legs wrapped around you. Ohhh I feel you between my legs. I love the way your skin feels when I touch your back. I feel your breath in my ear. I want you so bad. I want to feel you in my body. I push you up on your knees and I sit up. . ’ ‘Well… send her on her way and she can come back and get the merchandise. Really you shouldn’t be bothering me with this.’ Manuel wondered sometimes how the kids these days could think for themselves, or if they even could. ‘She wants to see you. She’s the Pastor’s wife, Manny… I can’t be mean to her.’ Rolling his eyes he pushed back from his desk and crossed his arms. ‘Send her in.’ Manuel waited for a few minutes and soon the blonde haired beauty, that was Elizabeth O’Malley, walked into.