I’m really sorry please let me go beg youShe: answer me or i will call police directly…just answer me. I won’t harm you just say me your real th...oughts about what you saw….I need honest answer, got that.Me: you was like angel aunty and I like your assets very much and they look good, and you look like a model.She: Hmmm! You really know how to appreciate women and this is first time I’m hearing good commends for my body; even my husband never comment well about mineMe: I’m sorry about that and. I know what he’s thinking. It’s his lucky day or I’m just a prick teaser. Maybe I’ll let him wonder a bit longer. Undoing another button would be a bit too obvious. I know… “I think I’ll have a biscuit. Sure you don’t want one?” I lean over to reach the biscuit barrel, which has found its way behind the microwave. That should give him a nice view of my bum. Ummm… Custard Cream or Bourbon? Don’t rush it Danny. I turn round and he’s gone a bit red and there’s a definite bulge in those working. They wore black robes with spears in their hand. They glanced at us as we approached, their swarthy faces furrowing at the sight of us. We wore so little. I felt suddenly embarrassed at only being in a loincloth.I didn't care. I straightened my back and marched up to the gates with confidence. “Hoy,” the first said. “Whacho you business 'ere.”His words were stranger than I was used to, but I understood him. “Looking for a boat.”“Where you all come from?” another asked. “Not from 'round here, is. ) Rach, the woman who introduced me to the life of sexuality until she moved out of our house last year. Now I was eighteen and still in high school.Meeting her at the train station, here she was: a big woman, tall and beautiful with a skirt shorter than women of her age were wearing in those years, tight around this enormous butt that I remembered so intensely. High heels made her strong curvaceous legs look very sexy, a loose white blouse left her shoulders free; there were no bra straps.I.