Ff kissing Stories

We were now in mid-summer and, against all odds, the weather in England was hot and dry. There was no air-conditioning in the flat so it could get stuffy. So much so, that I had voluntarily chosen to wear one of my sundresses at home, as it was cooler than being stuck in leggings and jeans. Me embracing a dress had thrilled Laura, who had responded by buying me a couple of miniskirts and some new tops. She had also made i...