She could see his friends whispering and laughing at some unheard joke annoying her into asking Diego what they found so funny."It's nothing Miss Amy,... they are just making jokes about how I make you my "love-bunny" in bed with my huge thing down there."She asked if he had been telling stories about what they did behind closed doors."No, no, they just make joke from their silly imagination because you are one nice-looking American girl."She could tell from his innocent look that he was telling. We were standing on a little bridge when I stepped up behind her and wrapped my arms around her waist, holding her from behind. Linda sighed softly and leaned back against me, placing her hands over mine as they rested on her belly. I buried my face in her hair and just held her, enjoying the feeling of holding her against me.Within a few minutes though it became obvious to both of us that something was up, as my now revived erection was pressed against her bottom. She pressed back a bit more. That curl would be the basis of my crowning femaleglory - My "Do"! I know it is 2016 but to be as much of a female aspossible, Mother and I had decided that I was to be well grounded in thedecade of real womanly hairstyles, the 1950's. Hairstyles which in noway could ever be thought of as "Unisex". If I was to learn the ways ofWomanhood and grow to accept them as my own, I had to experience what itmeant to be a WOMAN, not a metro-sexual or a panty-waist or a pansy or aTomBoy. For this Summer I. It was like nothing had happened. The only indication of how thoroughly she had been fucked last night evident in the way she walked like she was sore and hollowed out. I sat in silence while she fried eggs and sat them down on the dining room table in front of me.“Just for me huh?” I said, not able to help a smug smirk.“Pa will get mad if I make him food that’ll get cold. He ain't up for a few hours.”I realized then she was only up because I was up. I had gotten up early to check into my.