After breakfasting and dressing, I took my laptop, a U.S. atlas and two paper maps that were in my case and met with Calveen and his father. I said, "...Let me show you this map first." pointing at the atlas. "It shows the continent called North America on which I lived and on which I think we are located now though I don't know where." Calver and Calveen were impressed by the atlas even as to its printing and the sharp lines on the paper.After some discussion, we determined that we were probably. I left that job to my older brother.I left the hood open, going to the drivers door to grab my phone when I saw her. Ashley Pikens. My ex best friend.Hidden by my car, I watched as she got out of a slick black car, a coat around her shoulders. She glanced around quickly, almost like she was checking for people, then rushed inside an older looking store front with an old neon sign in front that said "Paradise".Curious, I grabbed my wallet and followed. Holding my booty shorts up as I jogged. Five minutes later my phone rang again. Yes, Wendy? Thats great. Well be home soon. … Bye. Fred reached over and ran his hand up my left thigh under my skirt. (In Australia we drive on the left side of the road.) Sally, how come youre not wearing panties? I call it my slut uniform. No panties, no bra. That way Im always ready for sex, should the opportunity arise. However, if you insist on finger fucking me while I am driving Im pretty likely to kill us both by crashing the car when I cum.. “One moment,” I called to the door, adjusting myself in the mirror. I was naked, of course. Clothes were such a bother, unless they were lingerie, in which case they were wonderful fun. Still, I couldn’t risk unintentionally tempting this boy with my bronze body. My gravity-defying breasts and robust backside might’ve seemed vulgarly exaggerated on another woman, but my thick thighs, toned abdomen and defined shoulders framed me with an athleticism that pulled it all together. My big violet.