It wasn’t misspelled I figured.Sure enough, we sat on a blanket and ate off each other’s bodies. Messy but a hell of a lot of fun, especially rubb...ing our oily bodies together as I tried to “hit the target” with her letting me almost do it for a bit then suddenly becoming a good target.As I was spurting in her I wondered how often that had happened there since I was in her last, based on what she had said.“Are you wondering what my pussy has been doing?” she asked with no prompting. “I know that. When I have it over my underwear, it feels like I'm wearing a diaper." Yeah, I can see that," she said. "And when you put your pants on, it won't look smooth and form-fitting."I stood in front of her fitting mirror and felt kind of silly. I didn't like the way it looked, but I didn't want to hurt her feelings by being negative. I wasn't sure what to do."Hey, I have an idea," she chimed in. "How about wearing the shirt without underwear?" No underwear? Isn't that kind of weird," I asked."Of. ” Maria shyly looked down and as I instinctively looked down too, I couldn’t help but look right down her top at her cleavage. She had on a tight black, low cut top that really made her boobs look great, and seeing her little nipples pushing against it, I constantly found myself looking down at her chest. Hastily looking up, catching myself staring, and seeing her smiling, there was no doubt she had caught me. Looking up at her, she smiled nervously and then turning, she moved over to the bed.. On the second matter, he was more confident. He had inquiries out that he expected to hear from within the next few months. Again, this was within my budget so I was content with that. It was also just about this time that Mr. Green called to say that he had forwarded my envelope to Al but that Al had given no response. He assured me that Al had taken delivery so I thanked him and continued waiting.Two years went by without much happening. I rose within the institution that I worked for and.