I meant the double meaning, and for emphasis I looked down at his crotch a couple times as I said it. I was nervous, and half-drunk, and thought I was... being 'cute,' but didn't realize the trouble I was causing myself.He looked at me, as if trying to decide if I was serious. "You sound pretty brave for a little girl," he said to me. Who's a little girl?" I asked defensively. "I'm plenty big enough - for you." And I again looked at his crotch. I was determined not to back down.I thought perhaps I. . We were looking into each others eyes, when she lifted my palm and kept it on her left breast..I cupped her left breast and looked lovingly into her eyes..Akka: Now you have my body that you have always dreamed and the heart beneath your hand..I was overjoyed.. I was laughing and pulled her face towards me..Me: I love you..And kissed her, squeezing her left breast gently.. Feeling the flesh between my fingers and the hard nipple on the middle of my palm.. I knew she was aroused and ready for. It looked a whole lot better on her than it sounds, and it was short, coming to about five inches above her knees, so you could see her sexy legs, and it was shaped at the waist, with a belt made of matching material, so it hugged her figure, all the way. On her feet, she had open-toed leather sandals.Miss Martin was a walking wet dream, and to say she oozed sex would be like saying “Star Wars” was a movie with some space ships in it. She turned to the blackboard, and wrote her name for us to. "Well," Jen said, "You are in the housing business in a big way now." Yeah a big time real estate mongrel," I said with a laugh. "Jen, Sylvia was supposed to be some kind of social secretary, but she is proving to be really good at organization. I guess it is that peasant ability to prioritize, that all us poor kids grew up with." I have noticed that about most of the mill kids. They either got that or were at least minimally productive. However other disadvantaged kids have a much higher rate.