"Why what, Sweetie?" said Rhodopis. "Why . . . that was so . . . interesting." "Because," said the redhead, "sooner or later, something like that is g...ingto happen to us." "I wish you'd stop saying that . . . that sort of thing!" cried Xanthe. "Well, it's the truth. 'For every fay, a catching-day,' 'No armor againstfate,'–and so forth." "Well I still wish you wouldn't say it." "Honey, you have to have the right attitude. I just love it that so manyhunters want my panties down. It's flattering. My pubic hair– which I kept trimmed into a neat triangle– was now a nice shade of light brown. My breasts, while not huge udders, were proportional to my size. I was no longer different enough to be a target of teasing and bullying.The boys in my class started noticing me. Some even asked me out, but my wall was now so thick that even I couldn’t tear it down. Kisses did nothing for me. Even petting didn’t start anything inside of me. I could feel their hands on my body, but there was no. Frank lay on his back beside me and I was urged to climb on top of him. I did as I was asked and we got into a 69 position. I began to slurp and spit all over Franks stiff cock, Meanwhile he licked and nibbled at my clit from underneath me...Bill got behind me at the bottom of the bed and he began lightly to finger my pussy as Frank slurped away at me ... He pushed one, then two, then three fingers up my sopping gash ... I moaned at the delight of the penetration and from the lovely fanny. I woke up Thursday refreshed and full of energy, even though Marcy and I had made up for the long weeks apart. I had the coffee percolating and breakfast finished as my mates arrived at the table.At seven I was at my desk with VCATS on one screen and SVOL on the other. My first was to Victor to verify the placement of my 40 people next week.On Monday, twenty were leaving for Bamako Mali and twenty to Rabat Morocco bring the JBG staffs there to 40 persons each.Marcy would be happy because on.