His accent was American! This was a bonus. Someone with Italian roots, or connections at least.“Si. Sono venuto a proporre alcuni affari, con la per...sona che possiede la barca,” she spoke quickly.He looked down at her while clearly he did the mental translation. Mia could see he was taking in her condition: her toned shoulders, her abdomen with barely a crease even sitting, her tan, and attitude. It was all status. And probably his boss, whoever he was, was Italian? Could this even be. She wanted me to teach her how to be a woman, and boy did we have some fun. I wished many times we’d started sooner, cause when she got married, she cut me off ... and damn did she ever have some really fine pussy.”“I know what that’s like Gramps, Allie and I never did anything until I went to get her and Maggie that day. They both fucked me in Mom’s station wagon on the way home, and all week at the beach in Biloxi too. Allie and Maggie sure have some fine pussy too - don’t they Gramps?”“They. When we return after school, we drop off the soiled panties and pick up our own. The shop owner pays us between fifty and a hundred American dollars depending on how soiled they are, and the age of the girl. If the girl is young, the price is higher. I would have thought you had seen it on the Internet. It's been going on for years." What does the owner of the shop do with the panties?" He sells them to men with panty fetishes, and they masturbate while sniffing them. In Tokyo it was outlawed. .. why?" He looked over her head, which was easy to do, trying to see if there were spectators. See if he was being punked. Or set up for statutory rape charges."Well," she said, pulling an iPad out of her shoulder bag, "I read this, and it sounded really neat!" She flicked it on, finger swiftly navigating to her goal. Dan's eyes stayed on her. She was cute. Geeky cute. Red hair. He liked red hair. She had it short, almost as short as his. A cute face, large green eyes behind black glasses..