I thought a minute and then used one of the index cards that I always carry with me to write a little note to whoever was responsible for this little girl. It identified myself and asked if I could give her a little appropriate gift for her birthday. I asked Gloria to pass it on to her parents. She said that she would do so. The next time, she passed on a very neatly written note from inside of an envelope that said that it would be ok, but to let them examine whatever I gave her before she could accept it. When the day came to give her the very pretty card with a simple appreciative message on it and the inexpensive but very cute ‘mood ring,’ I put it in a paper sack sealed with tape. And I told her to give it to her mother, first. She was very excited about it, like getting a Xmas gift that she couldn’t open till that day. The next time I saw her, she was wearing the ring on her left engagement finger. I suggested that it should be on her right hand, and she informed me that that was what her mother had said, but it was on the finger that she wanted it on. “OK,” I responded. And she expressed her enthusiasm for what she was going to give to me. I told her that anything from her would be welcome. She smiled and looked down at that comment. I was alarmed that I might have been too forward or had hurt her feelings, but a smile that I imagined had submerged passion in it was her further response. The following week, she sat on the bench in a very excited state. Daisy again hurried up her required exercise in the yard to be with Gloria on the bench. As we then walked for a bit, she handed me a very cutely decorated brown paper sack. She had obviously done the decorating herself, as she had done with the card inside. It was all very touching and the two cupcakes that were included were decorated, one with my age and the other with H.B. She handed me the one with my age on it and confiscated the other one for herself. She said, “I made them myself.” I was very touched by all of this. We had become very quietly good friends. And I was looking forward to seeing her each time it became possible to do so. As we approached the bench to part ways for the day, she impulsively reached up to pull my head down and kissed me eagerly right on the lips. Before I could register the shock and react to it, I returned the kiss very tenderly on her cheek. At that I heard from behind me, “Hey, what are you doing to that little girl, there? Get away from her or I will call the police!” I nodded to Gloria, quickly thanked her for the presents and left with Daisy pulling back towards Gloria in tow. I didn’t think that I should come back here for a long while, and supposed that I would never see Gloria again. Later that day, I received a phone call from my boss at work. He informed me that I was suspended for the time being because of a police report of an incident at the park that seemed to include me. He asked for an explanation, so I asked him to put the phone on record and I would dictate a report of what happened. When it finished, he said thank you and he would get back to me. Three days later he called back and reported that the matter had been resolved and that I had been absolved of any wrongdoing. I could report to work as normal at the end of my vacation. He did pass a request from a certain police officer for me to report to him to finish clearing up the complaint and to sign the report that I had made on the incident. I went in that day and met the officer who was a bit wary at first, but seemed to be a lot friendlier when he put all of the pieces together. He told me that Gloria was considered as mentally troubled. She was stuck at the mental age of 14 while the rest of her body was aging normally. The parents had her go to the park each day to get some fresh air and for her to interact with people there as suggested therapy by her counselors. This had not worked until I and Daisy had happened along and introduced ourselves. Well, she’s still got her underwear on Please God, not the alien tearing me apart. She slipped her thumbs under Savannah's knicker line and pulled down her thong. I know they’re good for it. She said softly, through her groaning, ‘You lose the game, Els.’ “Shit,” I groaned, dizzy from the pressure. “I sometimes have kinky tastes. John kept hugging and kissing her and telling her how much he loves her.
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But you didn’t do anything from that. That’s impressive. You are learning very quickly.” Fact that I didn’t want to made him angry. I didn’t have any energy left in me to such things. I got dressed again. Vikas “your hair is so messed up. Go and braid your hair. Don’t forget to add fresh garlands. You have to be ready for evening show” evening show? I didn’t know about it. I was afraid what next going to happen. I went outside where Manju showed me place to braid hair. Walking was really painful like hell for me. My thighs started painting at every step I took.
My juices are all over my clothes.” Emma said as I fumbled to find my bag. We all looked through and chatted about what sounded good. Next he lit several Roman candles. “Right, right, you're not eager for it,” I growled. It didn't hurt that he smelled really nice, or that he lightly caressed my arm or back, helping me drift off. Naomi is taller than me with bigger breasts, probably a B or maybe a C. She’s really nice and friendly and took us on a quick guided tour of their house.
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