I soon had written letters to every supplier of feminine undergarments from Lane Bryant to Omar the Tentmaker. Upon cleaning out the old PO box (under... the glare of an annoyed postmaster) and carting away the resultant mass of circulars, catalogs and come-ons I began the Search For The Perfect Bra.As I spent many hours gazing at scantily clad women, a not unpleasant pastime in itself, I happily compared band thickness, color, lacy adornment, fabric, strap placement and other factors and emerged. Just as I was getting into sucking her tongue she again pulled away and was half out of her seat."Want some cake?" she asked, and before I could answer she darted away.My mind was occupied with thoughts of how hard her nipples had been with my fingers just barely brushing them. I thought back to our one time together and how hot she became when I licked and teased her swollen clitty while massaging those sensitive nipples. Just as I was pulling up the taste of her from the deep recess of my. I mean... help me..." and "Hey, I heard Brenda gave Lisa some lessons..." and the rumors started to fly. How, everyone wondered, do you get kissing lessons from someone of such stature and experience. Just go up and ask? No one had the guts to do that, but the girls started to watch each other and listen for hints, trying to figure out who, if anyone, had done so. It was a secret within a secret, one that no one wanted to admit to, and everyone wanted.One night, at Barbara's house, there was a. Over coffee they sat talking small talk, not getting to the subject that Michael wanted to discuss. He saw the breakfast dishes were still on the table. Becky walked down the stairs explaining that she had been getting the girls ready for school. Michael was glad that soon she would take the girls on the short walk to the school and Angela and he would be alone in the house. ?The weather is terrible out there? said Michael, feeling somewhat guilty that he had not offered to run the girls to.