I was the one to hold him when he cried about a broken toy or dropped ice-cream cone. Though he was only three years younger, I pretty much looked aft...er him.There's more to the Frank and Frannie names as well. Mother is Florence, Dad is Fred. I guess they liked the alliteration, because I got named Francine and three years later came Frank. Most everyone just calls me Fran--both at home and at school.But, back to Frank. I said, "used to be" a snot. That's because things have changed. When Frank. The dark color contrasted with her pale skin, and he was suddenly eager to see the shade of her eyes. She wore a soft-looking deep purple sweater, a skirt that swirled around her legs and black boots. She came around the curve of the fountain, and he could see her eyes were a wonderful clear green, along with a bow of a mouth painted with a pink gloss. Those lips were curved upward in a smile as she looked at him. He smiled back in automatic response, drawn to her. She gestured to the seat. My mind wandered away from Abi’s tits on to the those long nights of passion with Karen. I used the the soapy sponge to start fingering my arse. By this point my cock was at full attention and my heart was pounding. I must have been like this for 5 mins or so when the most god awful noise started to come from my shower and the water began spitting. I had used all the hot water from the tank. I got out the shower and dried myself off. With my towel wrapped around me I went to discreetly check. In the meantime I have to find you some work so you can get your medical treatments if you ever need it." What kind of work?" What are you good at?" Flying planes."Atlanta laughed, "I'm afraid we don't have flying machines. What else are you good at?" Making love to you," she whispered.Valerie was surprised to see Atlanta blushed. She giggled at Atlanta's red face and neck. Altanta reached down and pulled Valerie to her. A smile lit her face. "I don't want put you in the fields to hoe from dusk.