" Really?" Yeah. We always hoped to sit at the front and see if we could get a view of your fanny." My knickers, you mean." No, Miss, we knew that som... days, when it was very hot, you didn't wear any knickers. So we used to flip a coin to see who would sit in the pole desk." Good grief! And I genuinely thought vou were keen to learn!" We were, Miss - just nothing about English, that's all!"I pulled over to the side of the road and put my emergency flashers on."It seems that all my secrets are. Her eyes wide in invitation. I didn't know what to do but step towards her.As I moved she turned her back and leaned away from me over the table glancing back to check I was still coming. The bottom of her tunic rising up and revealing more of the backs of her thighs, the bottom of a perfect white pair of knicker shorts peeking out taught across her behind. I felt myself, trance like, stepping to her and feeling her buttocks grind against my suddenly hard cock. The moment took me, the. "Well someone other than me looks amazing." He said. Cocky, but true. Hehad also made an effort to look good. Smart shoes, creased trousers anda smart shirt. I had no qualms about my parents seeing him like this. Igave him a quick kiss on the cheek. I didn't want to smudge my lippy tooearly.I then noticed a bag on my sofa. "What's in there?" I asked."Just a few things for the morning, just in case," he said, looking atme suggestively."Hold your horses their mister. I know we've made up since. ’ Turtle-man turned to the sound of my voice. He blinked slowly, mutely took in my form, working out in his turtle-mind, I suppose, if I was a threat or not. ‘Fuckin’-A, sorry, man, about all that shit.’ I shrugged my shoulders. ‘Ce la guerre,’ I managed to say, and the Turtle-man blinked again, before he walked up into the cockpit of his boat and stretched. Still looking around, he walked over to the lifelines and leaned over towards me. ‘Hi. My name’s Hank Peterson, and thanks, I guess.’ I.