Date: Sat, 18 Jul 2009 07:18:55 -0800
From: Suzanne Wright <storeegurl@inbox.com>
Subject: The Pantie Drop

This story contains descriptions of sex involving two women. The usual
precautions apply.  Read this story only if you are of legal age in your
country or state. This story is the property of the author and my not be
published by anyone without permission of the author. Any similarities to
real persons or places is pure coincidence.

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The Pantie Drop


How long had I been admiring her?  At least three months or maybe more.  I
was so taken with her that I often had a difficult time keeping to my work.

She had the most beautiful, long, honey blonde hair, obviously naturally
curly and it just flowed about her shoulders when she moved. Tall, probably
about five eight or nine and slim, her legs were of movie star
loveliness. Her breasts were nice but not large and appeared quite firm
from the lack of bounce when she was on the move. I could close my eyes and
perfectly envision the flare of her hips from her very trim waist into her
her upper legs and the way those hips swayed as she walked or during her
infrequent dances. Her face was perfectly shaped, her nose tip was thin and
just slightly upturned, her blue eyes sparkled and her smile melted my
heart.

Yes, I have been watching her, admiring her, absorbing her every attribute
and lusting for her from afar.  Was I ashamed?  Absolutely not.  Beauty is
to be looked upon and I did my part.

I am about five six.  My hair is very dark brown and long, my eyes are
brown, my body takes a size four, a 32B bra and my name is Shelly.  I am a
waitress in a bistro which is fitted with a small dance floor and offers
music on Thursday, Friday and Saturday nights.  Sometimes it is a DJ and
sometimes a small local combo or band.

This woman, goddess if you will, has been coming in with two other women
almost every Friday night since the first time I noticed her.  I provide
wait service to their table or booth and try not to be so obvious as I ogle
her, take their orders and deliver the food and drink.

All three are super friendly and quite personable but .... she .... is the
class act in my mind. Often they have danced to the music but mostly it is
the 'other' two while 'she' sits and watches, sipping her drink.  Now and
again they will all three get into a dance. Ocassionally, the other two
will dance with one of the guys when they are asked but not often.  The
object of my eye always turns them down.  That made me even more driven to
meet and get to know her.

The frustration for me was almost unbearable.  I so strongly wanted to meet
her .... in a personal way .... not as a waitress.  But when you are
working, you can't be socializing with the customers except in a frivolous
manner to help them enjoy the establishment and return often to spend their
money. I took care of that aspect of my job quite well.  It was easy with
them.  I wanted to take that fourth seat and be part of their group.
Mostly .... I wanted her.  Wanted her in my arms, in my bed with me.  I was
obsessed .... I knew it .... and I chose to not fight it.  My fantasies of
her were just .... well .... fantastic.  How else could I describe my
ultimate fantasy.

So, due to their weekly visits, we somewhat got to know each other.  Amy
was the shorter one with the pixie cut dark hair. She was a dental
hygienist.  Liz was a secretary for the vice president of a brokerage firm.
She was the one with the reddish tint to her hair, freckles across her
cheeks and nose and just a few pounds over being perfect but the extras are
definitely in the right places. The apple of my eye was the sexy, blonde
goddess named Jill.  She worked as the office girl and gofer for a
partnership of four lawyers and their two paralegals.

The more I saw of Jill, the more obsessed I became. I had been conjuring up
a plan but I didn't know if I would ever gather the nerve to implement it.

Then one Friday night, I was overcome with .... what? .... lust?
.... insanity? .... just plain old stupidity? .... I'm still not quite sure
which it was or if it was all three at the same time. My plan was topmost
on my mind that night.  Jill looked so damned gorgeous and I was so damned
horny for her. I hadn't given much thought to the possibility that she was
apt to be straight.  I was too focused on my own aims.

It was autumn and the nights were getting cooler.  All three had worn light
jackets of some kind and hung them on the hooks at the posts which separate
the booths.  I took note of Jill's green one when they came in and I
watched her hang it up. The jacket had large patch pockets on either side
down where it would go over her hips. This was it.  I was euphoric and this
was the night I would put my plan to the test.

For a few weeks now I had been carrying a small zip-lock plastic bag in my
purse, along with a hand written note and a peel-off sticky back label .
Now it was time to put them to work .... hopefully to work for me.

On the sticky label I had written, in large letters, with a waterproof pen
.... "OPEN IN PRIVATE".... and would affix it to the outside of the plastic
bag.

The note merely said "If you would like to know who these belong to
.... please send email to this address .... "want2meetu@(xxxxx).com".

Because of the anxiety and excitement I had generated within myself, my
pussy had been flowing and the crotch of my panties was soaked with my
effluent.  In the restroom, I activated my master plan. Along with the
note, I placed my quite wet lavender thong inside the bag and zipped it
before I stuck the label on.

While they were all away from the booth I wandered by, checking for empty
glasses etc., and slyly placed the bag in the left pocket of her jacket.
Then I went about my work and kept an eye on her as best I could.

A little later, around midnight, they were getting up to leave and I just
happened to be at a table right by them.  She put on her jacket and
obviously felt something.  She reached into the pocket and pulled out the
bag.  She turned her back to the others and looked at it for several
seconds as she turned it around and looked it over.  She wrinkled her
forehead in thought and put it back into her pocket before she turned back
to them and said she was ready if they were.  As they headed to the door
she turned a couple of times and looked over the dimly lit room before she
shrugged her shoulders and went outside.

When I got home around 1:30am, the first thing I did was turn on my
computer and check for email.  I was disappointed.  Very disappointed.  No
new mail.  I assumed she was trying to figure out who had done it without
sending email.

Saturday passed and my mailbox was still empty. As the days wore on I began
to think I had not been successful.  When the next Friday came around and
still nothing from her, I was feeling pretty dejected.  That evening the
three of them were back again as usual.

I approached them and said "Good evening ladies, how are you all doing
tonight?"

Amy smiled and said "I am fine, thanks, how are you?"

Before I could answer Liz said "I say TGIF," and the three of us laughed
but Jill seemed to be away somewhere else in her mind.

I waved my hand in front of her face and said "Are you with us this
evening?"

She shook her head a bit and said "I'm sorry, I was in deep thought and
wasn't paying attention. What did I miss?"

"Nothing really, .... I just asked how you all are doing."

"I'm good.  Just thinking .... oh it's nothing.  Never mind," she said.

So I took their drink order and left.

I now knew that she was thinking about what had happened last week.

Jill was on the alert.  Scrutinizing everyone in the place, looking for
some clue, a sly look or anything that would tip her off and expose the
culprit.

But after I delivered their drink order she seemed to be her usual self
again, laughing and talking with her two friends.  The rest of the evening
passed as many others had for them.

By now I was telling myself that my adventure had failed.  She wasn't
interested in women and I would just have to tune out my desires for her
and look elsewhere. But, at least to me, she was so beautiful, getting her
out of my mind would be real chore.

Later when they were preparing to leave, I was bussing a table right by
them.  I noticed that she had her jacket in her hands and was feeling all
over it before putting it on.

I had to say something so I asked, "Did you lose something Jill?"

She looked up quickly and said "Oh .... no .... I was just checking my
pockets.  Someone anonymously gave me a gift last Friday in here.  They
left it in my coat pocket when I wasn't looking. Just wanted to see if I
got another one this week."

That was the end of the conversation as she turned and followed the other
two outside.

I hurried home after closing and checked my email again.  Disappointment
glared at me from the monitor screen "No New Mail".  So I showered and went
to bed.

Next morning I made coffee and told myself there was no hurry to get online
as the mailbox would still be empty.  But ... I ignored that and turned it
on anyway.

My heart almost jumped into my mouth as I read .... "1 New Mail Message".
I fumbled with the mouse and finally got the pointer in the right place so
I could click on it.  It was listed as being from "jillnotjack" and I knew
it was from her.

She had written .... "I know who they belong to now.  They are mine because
you gave them to me.  I presume it was a birthday present but there was no
gift card and I have no idea where or to whom I should send the Thank You
Card.  Please write back.  Jill"

I looked at the email header and saw that it had been sent only 5 minutes
earlier.  Hoping that she was still online, I hurriedly began to type a
reply.

I wrote, "Yes they are indeed yours.  I am very glad to finally hear from
you.  I was fearful that you had just discarded my gift and that would be
the end.  At the risk of being denied, instead of telling you who I am, I
ask you to meet with me.  In a public place of course, during daylight
hours. We can meet and talk awhile if you decide to stay after the inital
meeting. Downtown there is a small park on the corner of 4th and Locust.
Lots of people around so you need not feel unsafe.  Would you be willing to
meet me there, say at 1pm today? Please let me know and please say yes."  I
clicked 'send' without adding my name.

The park I mentioned is on the corner about a half block from the bistro
where I work. In about 5 minutes more, my computer beeped alerting me that
I had mail.  I hurried to read it.

Again from 'jillnotjack'.  She had written, "I admit this is a rather
unusual situation and normally I would refuse to meet like that.  But in
this case, you have piqued my curiosity and I am going to agree to your
offer.  You have the edge since you know what I look like so I will try to
be a bit early and you can find me. See you at 1pm.  Jill"

My heart was racing, my brain was mush as I paced my apartment and played
scenario after scenario in my mind.  What should I wear?  Should I do
something with my hair?  Everything I thought of was a problem for me.  I
had to calm down.  I went to the bathroom and instead of a shower I filled
the tub with warm water and a generous dose of bubble bath. After soaking
in the warm, frothy water, I was more calm .... but not cured by any means.
I stepped into the shower to just rinse off, then dried and headed to my
closet to solve the next problem.

Though it was autumn, the days were still warm and usually sunny.  I chose
a pair of light blue 'Island Girl' pants and a bright red pullover knit top
with short sleeves and a medium V in front.  I pulled my long dark brown
hair into a ponytail and snaked it through a bright red scrunchie to match
my top.  After a bit eye shadow, some blush on my cheeks and some light
pink gloss on my lips I was ready to roll. This was essentially the facial
look I wore to work at the bistro.

When the time was near, I grabbed my shoulder bag and headed downtown.  It
wasn't far and I could walk it in about 10 minutes to the park. So I
sauntered along, checking my watch to make sure I wasn't early.

I walked past the park on 4th Street but didn't see her so I rounded the
corner onto Locust and I spied her sitting on a bench in a shady spot.  I
started to walk on by but then I turned my head and looked in. Reacting
with surprise at seeing her, I turned and headed toward her.

"Hi Jill....What are you doing sitting here all alone?"

"Hi yourself .... well .... I .... uh .... have a date.  What are you up to
today Shelly?"

"May I sit?"

"Oh .... sorry .... of course .... please sit down."

"Now .... what am I up to .... well .... umhh .... I am your date."

I could see the shock on her face and in her eyes .... "You?  you are my
mystery date?  oh my god .... I can't believe this .... I thought you were
just passing by and saw me here," she uttered from a seemingly agitated
state.

I put my hand on hers and said "Maybe I should just go back home, I was
hoping for a more positive reaction,"

"NO no no no no.... don't you dare leave me.  I am .... I don't know what i
am right now.  But .... I just never expected in my wildest dreams .... oh
my god .... believe me .... this is a positive reaction .... very positive
.... the surprise is just overwhelming."

I turned more toward her and took hold of both hands as I said "Jill,
.... please .... calm down .... you aren't making any sense."

She looked into my eyes and she was wide eyed herself but she was smiling
and shaking her head sideways just a little.  I squeezed her hands and she
squeezed back on mine.

"I am calm Shelly .... for what has just happened I am about as calm as I
am going to be for awhile.  Let me catch my breath."

"Then I will talk while you settle down a little more," I told her and she
nodded, still wearing a broad smile.

So I related to her how I had wanted to meet her ever since I first saw her
and was so afraid of rejection. I had to resort to the underhanded way in
which I made the first move because I couldn't have handled the
embarrassment of letting her know my preference for women and being turned
down.

She patted my arm and said "I think it was a very ingenious way to create
some mystery and open the first door.  Indeed, giving me your panties like
that allowed you to find out much about me.  If I didn't respond then I
wasn't interested in another woman.  If I did respond, then you could
attempt to find out if I was only curious or just how far I was willing to
go.  You're a smart girl Shelly."

I just stared.  I was kind of waiting for her to continue. Finally she did.

"It is rather humorous that you have been building up the nerve to approach
me.  All the while I was wrestling with my own agenda .... of wanting to
befriend you.  Watching you flit around all those customers as I grabbed
peeks at your legs and butt, many nights there I was as wet as you were
before you bagged the thong you gave me."

"You aren't just saying that are you?  I can tell from the sound in your
voice that you are sincere.  No wonder you were so shocked," I said as I
started laughing, "this really is kind of hilarious isn't it? I .... like
you .... had no idea that you had any interest in me."

By this time it was about 1:30.  She looked at her watch and said "Do you
have plans for the rest of the day?"

"Yeah, ... well ... yes and no ... I have to go to work again at 6 this
evening and we don't close until 1am."

"Well, we have until 6 then don't we?"

"Sure or maybe 5:30 so I can change clothes for work."

"OK then .... which of us lives closer .... my place is about 10 minutes in
that direction."

I laughed and said "And mine is about 10 minutes in the other direction
.... I assume you are referring to walking time?"

"Yes .... so we live that close to each other .... this is just so bizarre
.... wonderfully bizarre," she said with a laugh.

As we stood, I felt something .... a drip making its way to freedom
.... and I said something like, "Oh crap,.... I wasn't prepared for that,"
kind of just speaking to myself.

I looked in my purse and found no tissues so I asked Jill, "Do you happen
to have a tissue in your purse?"

She did and she handed it to me before I walked over and used a tree for
camouflage as I stuffed the tissue down the front of my pants and into my
thong to absorb whatever was there.  She watched with interest.

Jill snickered and said, "Should have worn darker pants huh?"

"This is so embarrassing, .... I get wet so easily sometimes."

"I think it is amusing, in a way, that you got that way just from our
talking together."

"It wasn't just the talk.  You are so beautiful Jill, my mind was doing
other things to me as well."

"Why don't you lead me to your place and then when it is time for you to go
to work, we can walk together and I can go on home from there?"

"Alright .... let's do that."

In no more than 15 minutes we were there, on the elevator and up to the 4th
floor.  As soon as we were inside and the door clicked shut, her arms went
around me and we were kissing .... kissing hard and passionately
.... tongues at war .... lips wet with saliva .... sliding together with
both of us breathing noisily through our nostrils.  Her hands found my butt
and pulled me tighter and I felt that liquid of mine seeking freedom again.
I was on cloud nine .... or whatever the ultimate in being high really is
.... I was there .... floating in her arms .... hers to do whatever she
wanted with me.

I put my hands on her gorgeous butt .... that butt that I had for so long,
ached to touch and kiss.  She pressed against me and her hands went up my
back and under my red top before she moved them to the front and squeezed
my bra covered breasts.  I moaned and felt my knees weaken.

"I got to sit down," I managed to say through our lips.

Without giving up the kiss, she walked me to the sofa and we sat down on
it.  In a short time I broke the kiss and put my forehead against her
shoulder.

"Is this a dream Jill?  It seems so .... surreal .... I have longed for
this and now .... here we are,"

"It certainly isn't a dream .... maybe a dream come true .... but not a
dream anymore,"

We started kissing again and I ventured to touch her breast through her
dress and bra as she touched the inside of my leg through my pants and
reached up to my crotch where she just put a little pressure on my hidden
lips with her fingertips.  I thought I was going to come right then and
there .... but I managed to hold it back.

"We would be much more comfortable in the next room," I said in a throaty
whisper.

She stood and helped me up as we turned toward my bedroom.  Fortunately I
had made the bed before I left .... that is my routine .... but since I
wasn't quite myself that day I could well have skipped that chore.

We stood, kissing, as she lifted the bottom of my red top up toward my
shoulders.  I raised my arms up and backed away from her lovely mouth long
enough for her to pull the top over my head and drop it to the floor.  I
put my arms around her neck as she reached behind me to unhook my bra
strap. She raised the cups from my breasts and her fingers felt like
tendrils of heat as they explored my flesh and then pinched lightly at my
engorged nipples.

Her tongue lapped at my ear and she whispered, "Would you like to undress
me?"

Like a robot following orders, I reached behind her and ran her zipper down
as far as it would go before I pulled the flimsy cloth off her shoulders
and she removed it from her arms.  I kissed the bulges of her breasts where
her bra didn't cover as I fumbled with her bra hooks.  I was light headed
but I knew what I was doing and what I had to do.

Now her breasts were as free as mine but her dress had hung on her perfect
hips.  I knelt down and tugged at it until it slid down past her hips and
fell to her ankles.  Her crotch was right at my face.  I held the dress
while she raised each leg away from it and then I threw it toward a corner.
When I looked back to her crotch, I realized that she was wearing the
lavender thong that I had given her and she had made her own wet spot in
it.  On automatic now .... I uncontrollably leaned forward and kissed the
slick frontal patch of cloth that covered her treasure.

After a few seconds I leaned back and said "I love your thong,"

"So do I.  It was a special gift.  But maybe I should have laundered it
before I wore it .... what do you think?"

"I like it just the way it is.  You can wash it some other time," then I
leaned into her again and pushed my tongue against the wet material as I
tasted hers mixed with mine.

I pulled it down and off her legs to find a completely smooth mound and
pubes.  Not a hair anywhere.  I nuzzled my lips against her mound and
kissed the soft skin several times before I stood up.

She took the cue and knelt to remove my pants and reveal my own wet thong,
which by the way was a sky blue color, except for the dark area where it
was soaked with my juices.  She pulled it off me and put it to her nose as
she sniffed deeply at my aroma.

She looked up at me and smiled as she said "Yep, you are the one who gave
me the lavender,"

We both chuckled at that before I said "Did you have any doubts?"

"No,.... not since we met in the park."

Both totally nude, we embraced, kissed and ran our hands all over each
others hot skin.  She lowered me to the bed and I swung my feet up as she
crawled up to me from the foot of the bed, kissing my feet and legs as she
went .... all the way to my nipples, before she went back down again.  This
time she stopped at my little dark triangle of cropped hair which pointed
downward.  She nuzzled her lips into it and licked it as well.

Then her tongue contacted my pussy. I felt as if someone had poured hot
water on me.  I was instantly hot all over ... from the inside out.  I had
lusted for this for so long and now .... it was right there and it was
real.  The slurping sounds she made as she licked and sucked at my labia
was sheer music to my ears.  It was also the most thrilling thing that had
ever happened to me.

I muttered, "Sixty nine?"

"Not yet," came her muffled answer as her tongue tip pushed its way between
my lips as far as it could reach, which was just past my entrance.

I erupted in a violent orgasm. It just hit with almost no warning at all.
My body was like a mass of jello in an earthquake.  I quivered and shook,
totally out of control.  I felt my thighs squeezing her head but I was
powerless to stop.  Every muscle in my body seemed to be on automatic for
about an hour.  I know it was probably no more than half a minute but it
seemed to go on forever.

Finally it subsided into just intermittent quivers through my limbs. Jill
slowly extracted her upper body and head from my legs and crotch.

"My oh my Shelly, .... do you always come that hard?  That was awesome."

"I have never had one like that before .... never even close .... you are
awesome ... that is why I had an awesome orgasm."

She snickered as she moved up beside me, kissed me so tenderly several
times and her hands gently explored my breasts and rock like nipples. My
aftermath with her was so enjoyable .... so tender .... as she helped me
back down from that glorious peak I had reached.

After several minutes I began to stir about. I kissed her shoulder and then
her breasts before I pursed my lips around one of her nipples and sucked on
it like a feeding baby.  She moaned and squirmed a bit.

"Do you need to rest a while before you do this?"

"No, I am fine. Just allow me my time now.  I have dreamt of this moment so
many times. Now the rest of my dream can come true."

I pushed her legs apart and ran a finger up and down her slit without
penetrating but putting pressure on the clit area at the top.  Her nipple
seemed to grow even bigger between my lips. Her fantastic legs spread even
wider, begging for more contact, maybe even penetration but I wasn't ready
for that yet.  I left her breast as I kissed and licked my way down her
abdomen to just above her mound.  I moved to the side and licked down that
path at the pelvis and thigh junction.

Moans and grunts were the sounds I heard which drove me onward.  I licked
down the inside of her thigh, past the knee and down to her ankle.  I ran
my fingers over and between her toes, massaging each one in turn.  Then I
kissed the end of each toe before I sucked each one individually.  Her
squirms were more animated but I kept the pressure on as I serviced each of
her ten toes while my hands massaged her lower legs.

I started back up the other leg in reverse of the way I came down.  Kissing
and licking, massaging with my fingers as I made my way back to the
junction.  I rubbed two fingers over her soft pliable lips and as they
separated, I reached deeper into the folds, into the warm wetness that soon
would be my afternoon dessert.

She was moaning louder and more often as well as speaking my name
.... "Ummhh ... Shelly ... oh Shellyyyyy ... " I heard several times and in
several different versions.

That was my driving force.  She liked what I was doing.  I loved what I was
doing .... especially hearing her responses.

I kissed and licked every square millimeter of skin between her thighs
without getting into the wet part yet.  I wanted her to explode like I did.
I wanted to be the best server she has ever known. When I finally kissed
right on her labia, she pushed up toward me and I knew it was time for my
tongue.  I pushed it between the lips and licked slowly up and down the
length of her slit.  I could taste her tanginess and knew it was flowing.
I pushed deeper with my tongue and she moaned loudly as I wiggled my tongue
tip in a circular motion.

With my middle finger, I felt her wetness even deeper while I used my
tongue to work at the edge of her hood.  I covered her entire clit area
with my mouth and applied suction which elicited more moaning from her as
well as some strong upward pushes from her hips.

I introduced a second finger and she mewed like a kitten as she rotated her
hips slightly while my mouth sucked at her clit hood.  I continued to
service her with my two fingers while I moved my other hand to help extract
her clit from its hiding place.  It emerged, showing its pinkness and
seemed to grow a bit more after it was freed.  I licked it gently with my
tongue, knowing how tender and sensitive a clit can be at times.  She
responded quickly with rapid short breaths as she worked against my fingers
and my mouth.

I increased the speed of my plunging fingers and put more pressure on her
clit as she was climbing her own personal mountain.  No more words came
from her.  Only moans, grunts and guttural sounds from deep in her throat.
Her wet flesh was hot against my tongue and lips as both our bodies were
sweaty and slick.

I heard, "mmmmphg ... mmmmph ... ooohhhhhh .... cummminnnnng.... " then a
loud but not shrill scream like emanated from her throat before she pushed
up against my face with her body bowed up from the bed and she was now
supported only on her head and heels.  Her body remained rigid in that
position for several seconds before she just collapsed beneath me and the
only sounds were her labored breathing and my tongue lapping up her juices.

I pulled my face away from her, extracted my fingers and moved up along
side her.  Her chest was rising and falling with her rapid breathing as I
reached to lightly caress her nipples with my stick fingers.  Her face
turned toward me and she was smiling with both her eyes and her sweet lips.

I said softy, "Are you glad you wrote that first email?" then I grinned
like the proverbial canary eating cat.

After a long look into my face she finally said "I'm not sure yet.  You are
going to have to do a really large number of auditions before I can decide
on that." Then she laid that heart melting smile on me and said, "Actually,
.... that was the best decision I ever made."

Then she moved quickly to get on top of me and we were into a 69 position
before I hardly knew it was happening.  She licked me first and of course I
had to defend myself so I licked on her.  We worked our way to another
orgasm for each of us.  Mine arrived first but she was close behind by
maybe only one minute.

I looked at the clock and knew there was no time to rest or sleep before my
work time so I just laid there a few minutes and got up to go shower.

"Take me with you," I heard a rather weak voice say.

So I helped her up and we showered together, enjoying several kisses and
soaping each other. We were both too tired to do much of anything else.

As we were drying each other she said "You are coming to my place after
your work shift aren't you?"

"I am now.  I didn't know for sure if you were going to invite me.  I
thought maybe I failed the first audition," I said with a pouting lower
lip.

That brought a giggle from her and she replied "Well, I think it is good to
have your second audition close behind the first so you will remember
better."

"And what do I have to remember exactly?"

"To be naked and do everything possible to bring your partner to orgasm,
.... think you can handle that?"

"Even in the dark with my eyes closed .... not a problem.  I will be there
.... IF .... you tell me where you live."

"I will give you my card with my address on it .... or .... even better
.... I could pick you up out front of your work place.  That way you
wouldnt have to walk your tired body those four or five blocks."

"That would be great Jill.  I should be out by about 1:15.

"I will pick you up then.  Now you better get a move on or you will be
late."

So we got dressed and walked to the bistro.  With no feeling of
embarrassment, we kissed on the sidewalk and she walked away as I watched
her lovely legs and her swinging those delicious hips, tantalizing me
again.

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Thanks for reading my story and I hope you enjoyed it.

I may continue it if ....

You may send comments to ..... storeegurl@inbox.com

Suzi