Wer soviel herumspielt, dem bleibt natürlich nicht viel Zeit zum Frühstücken, wir mussten uns wirklich beeilen, selbst das Geschirr blieb stehen. B...evor wir in das Treppenhaus gingen, nahmen wir uns noch einmal in den Arm. Wir küssten uns schon wieder, sie spielte an meinen Brüsten, ich knabberte an ihrem Hals und den Ohrläppchen und ich spürte, wie feucht ich wurde. Dann war es Anne, die stoppte und auf die Uhr zeigte. Sie schaute mich an, richtete noch einmal meine Krawatte, die schon wieder. A million pinpoints came to life before I moved her hand. Christ what the hell was that I wondered? Wanting to concentrate on something else before we started something I couldn’t finish, I asked, ‘I know it’s stupid but what’s a girl like you doing in a place like this?’ ‘It’s complicated, just like your problem,’ she shrugged. ‘How so?’ ‘Something my Momma said.’ ‘Your mother told you to do this?’ ‘OH, God no.’ I looked at her with a question mark pasted on my face. So she continued, ‘My. She turned a little sideways and frowned as her breasts barely stuck out from her chest. Her hair hung wetly down just to her shoulders, framing her oval face. She wrinkled her nose as she wished for the sprinkling of freckles over her nose and cheeks to just disappear.Methodically, she blow-dried and brushed her dark blond hair, fussing with it until it curled just slightly at the ends. She opened her drawer and sorted through her panties. "Valentine's day and not a red one in the bunch," she. She is young, as I expected, very well dressed, and expensively coiffed with all the matching bits. Really quite tasty."Come in. Have a seat." Thank you, Ms...?" Just Anne. And you are Ms Kimberly, yes?"Yes. Nice to meet you, Anne, and thank you for your time. I assume you will want to see this," she says, handing me her driver's licence.I give it a good look. Kimberly Lynn Peters, age 21, upmarket address, blah, blah, blah. I look her in the eye, then give it a right hand flick. Astoundingly,.