We strutted out to the garden, Julia leading the way, while I followed right behind her, my attention partly on her ass which was jiggling like a balloon filled with water, and the insects which were sucking nectar from the flowers in the garden. Back in those good days of teenagehood, we would s***k the biggest ass among us and twerk before the mirror in the boarding school where we spent almost all our teenage days.
“So, who is this man you speak of?” I asked as we reached a Melina tree in the heart of the garden. “Is he one of your usual birds, or a serious fish?”
She smiled and turned to me, denying me the view of her odd valuable asset which men come for when they set eyes on her from behind.
“Well, I didn’t go to Paris like I said.” She professed with a sigh. “I was invite
