She wrote a new kind of sales brochure that wasn’t for the average person. Instead of focusing solely on the number of bedrooms, baths, and size of ...the garage, she listed the current asking price, the issues with the house, and the probable sales value of the property once the issues were fixed. They could do the math on how much the repairs would cost and estimate just how much they could make on the deal. She had proved to them that she understood their needs. She even sweetened the deal. If. It felt sosoft and sexy against my skin. Back in Mom's room, she handed me herpanties and she was right. They slid right over my new hips and butt."You look beautiful, Melissa. I can't believe my daughter, who untiltoday I had to treat as my son, is so pretty and sexy and smiling andhappy and .... horny? Are you ready to give yourself to a man?" I don't know, Mom. I feel ... nervous. And ... vulnerable? I feel like,very soon, I am going to lose control. Not lose control in a crazy. She was looking at Uli, and behind the laughter and the sparkle I could sense a prickle of sexual jealousy. I unfocused my mind as I watched her, and felt her unspoken longing to be in Uli's shoes. I turned the new information over. Temptation is a terrible thing. Now wasn't the time, but perhaps she'd like English lessons one day.The next morning I was out of the house bright and early. I had shooed Uli off to bed after supper and told her to be prepared for a busier time than she expected,. Angel took it all in stride and politely declined it all. However, quite a few tourists came up to them and asked to take a picture with them. So the two girls laughed as they would pose with Sam and Gloria from Des Moines or Fred from Pittsburgh or whoever. The thought of these people going home and showing pictures of themselves with the 2 Miami beauties was a hoot. After a 5 minute walk, the 2 girls arrived at the restuarant. Angel had called ahead and the maitre de was ready for them. He.