Tanya grabs my hand and, before I know it, she is sucking my fingers clean. And then she leans over me to touch her lips to mine, kissing me softly. I... can hear Chris groan. I've never been kissed by a woman before. It's totally different from kissing a guy. Softer. More gentle. It's nice. I taste myself on her mouth and trace my tongue against her lips making her open them to me. We let our tongues tangle, playing for a while. She pulls away and whisper in my ear: "Let’s put on a little show. ”“Do you want me to open my legs some more?”“Yes please.”I did, and they took their photographs before one of them put his hand out to help me get up. I gingerly put some weight onto my ‘damaged’ leg then declared that I was okay. “Have I got any grass stains on the back of my skirt?” I asked as I pulled the hem out and up for them to have a look at my skirt and what was under it.“No luv, but you do have a nice ass, and a nice tan.”“Thank you guys,” I said, “maybe bump into you again some time.. )But one fine day, during night i called her, she didnt answered me first time. i again tried calling her this time she answered me, i asked what happened she said she is not feeling well, i asked what happened, she said her stomach is paining , i asked her why, she said girls matter, out of no where i asked whether there is any chance that i can help her, she said no. But i insisted to keep talking to me so that she can forget the pain, she said ok. But my mind became dirty. itold her that. Sipping her coffee, she's thankful her husband was in the shower when her phone rang. The last page of the features section coincides with the last sip of coffee. Keira stands and places her dirty coffee mug into the sink, then straightens out her outfit. She grabs her brief case and keys then walks out to the garage. As she starts the car, she sees her husband standing at the door between the kitchen and the garage; he's signaling her. Keira opens her window and listens to what he has to.