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Her skirt was so short, I joked, I hope that youre wearing clean knickers, under there! Who said Im wearing any knickers! She laughed as she put her hands on my cheeks and pulled my face toward her, and planted a kiss on my lips. Thanks, the boots are just, so nice. I dont know how to thank you. Her eyes sparkled, as she wiped the excess lipstick from my face.
I still couldnt tell how serious she was. She must know the effect that she was having on me, mustnt she? Yet, to look at her, she could still have been the model of innocence….