I don't really know how we became friends, I toldsome k**s off for calling him names, and as we were walking home the same direction we spoke a bit. R...eally he justsaid that he didn't need sticking up for as he wasn'tbothered by silly k**s but he thanked me anyway.After that we walked home together sometimes and talked all our schoolk** stuff. I told him aboutmy worries and my dreams for the future. He was remarkablyperceptive and understanding and it was nice to have a chat with someone who. They even have movies where people 'do' it, although he says it's mostly faked. I suggested coming back here and getting out the plastic sheet. I thought he might enjoy having fun with you as well. But, he was dead set against it. In fact, it was almost as if I'd insulted him or something. I just don't really understand anything. They've just got a different way of doing things where he comes from."More cultural differences became apparent over the next few weeks as Samantha and Navin continued. .” I sigh, “Miss Jones here, how can I help you? Oh Sarah!! Oh…last minute arrival…’ I look at the clock it’s about 4:10pm “Sure I’ll take him what’s his name? Peter North? Ok got it, send him in…thank you Sarah…Oh we’re still on right? Great see you soon dariln..” I straighten my bra and blouse and just had enough time to lift my leg down when tall dark gorgeous walks in. I tell him to take a seat across from me and to explain to me what is problem is. He is slightly reluctant at first and I. Connie took a step back and pulled her form-fitting t-shirt over her head, allowing it to fall to the floor. She was braless and well endowed with a gorgeous set of all-natural boobs, on which set small, round, light tan areolas and hardened pencil eraser-tipped-like nipples. She wiggled out of her cut-off shorts, allowing them to fall to the floor as well. She stepped out of them. She sported a tiny white lace thong.“Would you like to have some fun?” Connie bemusedly asked, using one hand to.