Gerry grabbed her hand. "Don't you think, Isobel, that there was rather more than just a professional relationship? I thought we'd become friends."Iso...bel nodded. She did not trust herself to speak."So I'd like to go on seeing you from time to time." So would I," she stammered, "but it wouldn't be fair on you. I told you. I can't get involved and I might because I like you so much. Goodbye, Gerry."She pulled her hand away sharply and, with a sob, flung herself out of the car and ran for the. His smile told her thatshe was too late. She narrowed her eyes at seeing that smile, the ever- present smirk still there,taunting her. "I don't have time to play your games, I'm late as it is. There is nothing tosay. Leave me alone." She grabbed the paddle and headed up front to pay, leaving him standing therealone. She didn't turn to see if he was still there or if he had left. Shewas still fuming as she left the store with her purchase. She headed for thecar, searching in her purse for her. “«Fy Fan! Jag vill inte gå ut ur sängen!»” she groused. (“Damn it! I don’t want to get out of bed!”)“I offered to go to sleep after what I think it was the third time, about midnight!” I teased.“You also had your tongue in my pussy at the time!”“I did not!” I protested. “I took it out to tell you we could go to sleep!”“Right! A guy is going down on me, one who knows female anatomy really well, and I’m going to say ‘oh sure, stop doing that, I want to sleep’? I don’t think so!”“Get out of bed,. I really didn't find the magazines he was looking at all that exciting but I just loved what the girls were wearing - bras, panties, lingerie, stockings and oh... the high heels!One Saturday afternoon I told Chris that I really liked the girl's clothes and did he want me to try on some of his sister's clothes and then it would be like a girl playing with his cock. Not too much to my surprise he liked this idea and we went into Lyn's room to see what we could find. We started going through her.