"Hey there," he shouted over as they neared. "Good to see you againLana." The pleasure is mine Olly, Hey, have you met my friend Wynne? Wynne,this is ...Olly. Olly, this is Wynne."Olly's face lit up into that super-charming smile that he had previouslydirected at Wynne as she had first walked along the beach earlier thatday. "Hello Wynne. But didn't we meet before..." he hesitated, lookinghard at Wynne and taking in her whole appearance "..but, no, sorry youlook a lot like Lana's other friend but. Phir me ne uski niche bala hoto ko coosne laga uski hoto ko andar traph or bahar taraph apne jibh se chat ne laga bindu ankh band karke enjoy kar rehi thi me ne apne gibh ko uski mu ke andar le ke uski jibh ko sahe lane ka ga. Ase karib 5minute ke bad me ne apna jibh nikala or kah ki abhi dekhte he tuhma re ankh me kya ghu sa he.Or me ne apni jibh se uski chere ko cht ne laga uski ankh band thi to me ne uski ankh ki upar bhi chatne laga. Bindu frock pheni hui thi to me ne uski piche ki chain. He likes to bring girls with him into bushes and make them pee for him. He's bad that way." "Oh, I see. Yeah, he tried it on me too ..." Rhonda looked down, embarrassed. Then she continued, "But — how did you get to know him?" Gypsy said, "Through the music. Albert is in the band — is or was, I don't quite know." "Really?" Rhonda said. "Sure. He has written a couple of our songs too. But he's not an exhibitionist like the rest of us; he's never on stage." Gypsy added with a laugh, "No, he. There was no longer any hair above her legs, either, as Marie Wright carefully shaved her Sunday morning in their shared shower.She sported a matching thong, but only after berating herself for not going commando. She sat at her desk and briefly considered crossing her legs. But instead, she spread them apart and stuck two fingers in her wet pussy.Just then, her door opened."Good morning -- Miss Mathews," Candice Pryor said with a big grin. She again looked her age -- albeit a 15-year old.