"Is it drugs?" Do what?" she asked looking concerned."Be so damn cheerful at 8AM?" I asked."Well it isn't drugs. I attend the local college here and d...on't get a lot of sleep. I guess I'm punch drunk a lot of the time." I would never be able to handle all that and still stay so upbeat. You are a marvel," I said."I totally agree," Sylvia commented.After the girl had gone Sylvia added, "She probably never saw anyone killed by a sniper." No she probably didn't, but that doesn't necessarily make us. . what a legs! .. beautiful thighs white ! ..." also if, naturally, i did a bit pretend of nothing, also i couldn't at not to think about it :-P. It was summer when i came to my house with a friend, a little later, when us about to exit, my sister arrives and ask me a commission and she had an habitual tunic for house, white, a little wrinkled, with the effect close-up indeed, with the form of the tits that was good and then that tunic seemed to be a bit neutral namely seemed white and a bit. She was about 20ish at a guess, long mousy brown hair and had a nice tan which was no surprise working where she did, she was relatively plain looking with nice brown eyes and although she was no stunner she certainly wasn’t ugly, she had a button front flowing summer dress on and at first glance had lovely smooth tanned legs and all in all was a pleasant girl.When I told her I was staying at the guest house up the road she smiled, “Are you Frank?” she asked which kind of blew me away as how. I manage to stifle a sigh by reminding myself that he gave great head, an art in which many boys are woefully unskilled. I acknowledge his flirtation with a slight thrust of my chin and a lift of my eyebrow; and I turn to make my way through the crowd, to the stairs that will lead me to the dance floor.I start down the stairs, passing an acquaintance on the way. "Hey, how's it goin', Edward?" I nod and continue down the stairs, not interested in conversation. I look again to the dance floor, to.