A fly had landed on her nose, she went to flick it away and realised her arm was trapped, blinking awake she saw that it was Eve's hair that was the problem, freeing her arm it felt like a dead weight, and as the blood rushed in it tingled and ached at the same time as she began rubbing the affected limb. All this movement woke Eve, who sympathised with her plight, grinning and asking if she should kiss it better.

She did help massage her arm and kissed it, moving upwards until their lips met.

"Oh! Pussy breath."

"Yep, you too, lets go brush then try again."

Any fly on the wall the previous night would know why the girls breath smelt of pussy, for they had taken many turns between each others thighs. And if their mouths, noses, and faces weren't so coated with the others stale juices from the night before, they would notice how prevalent it was in the bedroom. After doing their teeth they donned shower caps to remove the lingering evidence of their nocturnal activities.

Eve went to the laundry basket to retrieve her clothes from the previous day, prominent on the top were two pairs of panties. She rubbed her fingers over the stained and crusty gusset of each pair, thinking of her bed mate across the room, and the games of the night before, to think that this small scrap of cloth had nestled against Anna's pussy all day long at school on Friday. It was such an intimate thing, so personal, perhaps that's why boys had this big thing about panties.

That moment Eve had a flash of inspiration, and turned to tell Anna.

"I've just had a video idea, for the site with the older girls, like we talked about trying on clothes and stuff for girls on our site doing a two girl sketch, only a more naughty version for the other girls. We were just doing dress up from the drawers and wardrobe, but the other one would be different."

"How different?"

"Well it could be three or four girls, all fully dressed, then they start off by swapping the clothes that they are wearing."

"It's a bit different." Anna said in a lukewarm tone, not wanting to upset her friend.

"No you don't see, what I mean is they even swap panties."

"I'm not sure, I don't think they'd want to swap panties."

"I'd swap with you, even these ones." She held up Anna's pussy juice stained panties of the day before, taking a deep sniff, then pulling them on, finally rubbing the gusset against her own pussy.

Anna gazed wide eyed, then came over hugging Eve, and kissing the girl with a passion.

Stepping back she said, "That was so hot, you're right guys will really love that, we need to get Alina to seed the idea and watch the reaction."

Eve made a show of taking them off, then holding them at arms length between her finger tips, grinning she said, "Here have your stinky panties back."

Poking her tongue out Anna put them back in the laundry basket, and the girls stepped back into the bedroom, after freshening up they now became aware of the all pervasive lingering odour of stale sex that hung in the air. Both girls wrinkled their nose, Anna opened a window despite the chill and they stripped back the duvet to air it out.

The room soon got cooler and they quickly dressed, then closed the window so Anna could light some scented candles to mask what they had been doing the night before. Eve said that was a great idea, and she would get some for her own room, it also occurred to her, that they would probably be useful after she had been Jilling-off, not having before considered her personal scent would dominate the air for some time afterwards.

Before heading down for breakfast they talked about their schedules for the weekend, but Eve seemed to be hesitant about her plans for the afternoon. She eventually confided that they were off to see her aunt, uncle, and cousin, worried that Anna would think badly of her in that this was the 'older cousin' she had spoken of before, the one she suspected had wanted to kiss her.

Anna smiled and hugged Eve, saying this was the reason why they had been practising, so now Eve could get out and report back if their research had been worthwhile, and regardless of the result Anna made it plain they could still do more practising. Both girls were happy with that outcome, for neither expected to go further than the odd kiss with a boy; but they could have much more fun when they were together. Eve now felt that if her cousin did like her as she suspected, she wouldn't come across as an inexperienced little girl, but as someone mature for her age.

Going down for breakfast they saw Ella on the phone, it was soon clear she was talking to Eve's mum Magda, the mothers had decided that the two girls could take their younger brothers over to the park for a couple of hours to blow off steam, as they had been too cooped up over the past few months. The girls had boiled eggs and toast to fortify them for the coming ordeal, with the idea they could all get their bikes out to ride round the park.

They went to fetch the boys, and the cycling was a popular suggestion, and it kept the noisy and nosey youngsters out of earshot as the girls talked of Eve's cousin who she would be seeing later that day. Eve was glad to hear Anna say the boy was probably more nervous than she was, and not to be intimidated by the age difference, as boys were so immature, besides Eve might even have more kissing expertise than the older boy, and she could then teach him. Anna was pleased to see how confident her friend looked as they parted an hour or so before lunch.

Having spoken to all the pupils she had lined up for Mary, each called her after their lesson to report back, or left a message. Anna keeping a close watch had heard from the two girls that morning, and the news was all Mary's weekend shifts at the hotel had been cancelled, so she was free to see additional pupils, other than those already booked in for spots the following week who had now planned other ways to spend their weekend. The last girl also said how Mary had made a comment about how pretty all her pupils had been, and suspected she had been talking with her father in law about their link to the fashion studio.

The school system in the Ukraine wasn't that different than in other countries, apart from the lack of resources; divided into infant, junior and senior schools, though they may be called by other titles elsewhere. Sometimes the three age bands would be as separate schools on their own sites, or otherwise three units on the same site. The school Anna and Marta attended covered the entire scholastic range, whereas their brothers only went to the local lower school as Ella didn't yet think they were old enough to travel that far, and they would make friends with nearby children. However when they left their current school, they would move on to follow their sisters. Families who lived closer to the larger school could have siblings over a wide age range all attending the same school, but just in adjoining buildings, as was the case of two sisters that Anna was about to call.

She decided to accelerate her program, phoning the girls aged nine and fifteen in the hope they could step in earlier than planned. Both were of course models, with the youngest just having done a two handed video with her big sister although her part had been light on dialogue as the nine year old didn't have the confidence of her older sibling. Anna spoke with the older girl, assured that she could handle the situation, and left it to her to call Mary to say she had heard of a possibility of getting a lesson this weekend.

Mary found the unexpected income from her tutoring a welcome addition to the family finances, her first on Thursday, two on Friday, and two that morning, it was fortunate as it covered the loss from her cancelled shifts that weekend. It more or less confirmed her suspicion that the manager was playing off two of the other receptionists, one against the other, getting sexual favours from both in return for the number of hours they worked. She wouldn't cheat on Paul, not even to keep her job, but her abilities with languages only stretched so far, in that she was only useful to them if there were foreign guests booked in.

Her second girl that morning had overheard the call, and said she would phone round some of her friends to tell them she was available for lessons if she wanted. Gratefully Mary took up the offer, and if anything came of it, she could be far better off from not working her shifts. Svetlana the schoolteacher had called Thursday evening, she was very nice, offering advice, she even had some current text books covering the course work needed for exams that she could pass on. There had been no animosity that Mary was stealing her private pupils, the woman said it was a blessing as she was pleased to reduce her own workload, and it would reduce the backlog of the massive waiting list.

When the phone rang Micky ran to answer, hoping it was her dad who was out doing a one day teacher training course, but it was some girl asking for her mum.

"Hello my name is Catherine, am I speaking to Mary the English tutor."

"Yes, that's me how can I help you."

"One of my friends called and said you might be able to fit in some additional lessons over this weekend. I would love to book an hour or two for my sister and I if you have any spaces left, please say we're not too late."

Mary just had time to make Micky and herself lunch before the first of these new pupils showed up, for no sooner than she put the phone down than there was a rush of calls to ensure she would have some teacher training of her own - all weekend on the job training. She was overwhelmed that a word of mouth recommendation from one girl this morning had turned into an avalanche of callers, none of whom had sort to haggle about the cost of the lessons, with many of them quite willing to join group classes at the same price if it meant they could get some help from a tutor.

Aside from one older man and two women all the other pupils both from Anna's original list, and those on the phone today had been girls from about nine upwards, and from speaking to Max, many if not all of them seemed to be associated with one of the cab company's big client, who were something in the fashion business. If those she had met so far were anything to go by, it was not difficult to believe as they were an attractive bunch, and she wondered what clothing brands featured these girls, and if she had ever seen them in advertisements.

Thinking it over most advertising was for essential products, clothing, teen or otherwise came much lower down the list, so maybe this was for foreign companies, and possibly this was the reason to learn English, in case they wanted to impress visiting clients, or if they had the opportunity to work abroad. She would keep her ears and eyes open to see if she could learn any more about these girls.

Micky slurped down her soup with frowns from her mum, telling her to eat nicely, but it was exciting having all these pupils come to learn English. The first girl yesterday afternoon had brought a piggy bank that was a present from Anna, she said it was because as a teaching assistant, people would want to tip her for helping them. She got a look from her mum at the time, but each of the girls who had been round thanked her and added some coins to her 'horse riding fund'. It was nice of Anna to think of her, every day she looked through the pictures, and longed to go back to the stables.

The five girls who Mary had seen so far could all manage simple sentences, but were struggling with conversational English, so the task of teaching had been a lot simpler than she had imagined, but the adults and a few of the younger girls would need help at a more basic level as they were relatively new to the subject. All five of the girls she had seen so far wanted lessons on a regular basis, even happy to pay in advance to secure their place on her timetable, though Mary said that wouldn't be necessary.

With a set of secured regular pupils, she would talk with Max about driving them on his own time, 'off the books' from the cab company, so they didn't get a slice of those fares. That would help with his expenses, it being his own car, and he had more flexibility over the hours he worked. Mary was beginning to become curious as to how many of these prospective pupils would sign up for regular repeat lessons, just doubling the five she had already would give her serious reasons to think about packing in her hotel job with the way they were mucking her about, this was something to discuss with Paul when he got home.

Micky was like a rabbit out of the trap when there was a knock at the door, it must be the two girls for the one o'clock appointment, who had asked if they could book two hours with her mum. Standing at the door was a girl her age, behind her an older girl, her hands resting on the shoulders of her shorter sister, for the family resemblance was so clear they couldn't be anything but sisters.

"Hi I'm Ivanna, you must be Mikayla, she's my sister Catherine." The girl said darting her eyes to the taller girl at her back.

Micky greeted the newcomers asking them to use the diminutive of her name, and invited them in to meet her mum. After more introductions Mary asked how they knew the girl from her morning lesson, (the same school), then about how far each of them had progressed thus far with their English lessons. Catherine at fifteen had been studying hard for the past six months from when the classes were established at the beginning of November, though Ivanna wasn't eligible to take the class till the start of the Autumn term, she had been learning from her older sister, and so far only had a limited vocabulary, and was still struggling with the peculiar rules of grammar.

Mary was amazed that Catherine, and come to think of it, that all her other pupils had become so advanced over such a short time. Without an inherent ear for language she would have thought the younger girl to be more the norm with just six months of tuition. When she raised the point it would be easier to teach them had they been closer to the same standard, Micky offered to spend time with Ivanna, increasing her vocabulary, and some basic sentence structure. This was a higher level of commitment than asked of Micky in previous lessons, but it would allow her to concentrate on the older girl while her daughter got to help a girl of her own age.

Micky dragged Ivanna off to her own room so as to leave her mum in peace to teach the older girl. The youngsters soon got chatting, but Micky wanted to prove to her mum she could teach too, handing Ivanna a blank notebook to write up what she learning. She sort to find out the words and short phrases the girl had learned so far, and worked on from that, talking about some of the strange rules of grammar, and how sentences seemed backwards to what they were used to in school.

It was fun being a teacher on her own, and her student seemed eager to learn, they had a game naming items in the room, then Ivanna wanted to know the features on her face, eyes, nose, mouth and so on. It seemed natural from there, moving on to limbs, hands, fingers, etc, then there were giggles as Ivanna pointed to her chest but made large cup shapes with her hands.

Micky gave her the generic chest, then breasts for lady's, or tits as the slang term, then of course she wanted a name for her other feminine feature causing more giggles.

"That's rude Ivanna, the medical doctors word is the same, vagina, but it's just pronounced a bit different, and where we say Piz'da, the common word in English is pussy, which is also the same word they use for a small kitten."

Ivanna had been told it would be a good idea if she could befriend Micky, with the intention that it would be nice for her to meet girls of her own age who were models. She wished she could say something, but she would get in trouble talking about the studio before her big sister gave the okay. After the first hour Micky's mum called them to the kitchen for drinks and a slice of cake, with Micky teaching her the words for everything on the table.

Mary had listened in a few times at the bedroom door, just to check they weren't playing, and was proud of her daughter's efforts, and now she was making their break time part of the lesson, in the way Svetlana talked of making everyday activities part of the learning process. Though only half way through their allotted time Mary asked how they felt the lesson had gone so far, and then if they still wanted book for an hour, or two hours each Saturdays in the same slot to follow on.

Ivanna was about to answer but was interrupted by her sister. "It would be excellent to have this two hour slot every Saturday for at least part of this year, then we will see come the Autumn term. I think by then I will have it cracked, but shorty here will probably want to carry on for a while longer. Any lessons when we can't come we will swap over with some of your other pupils, that way you won't be out of pocket, and we will know in advance, so as we can say who will be coming, I think all the girls will work like that."

This raised Mary's curiosity, "Is this to do with your working at the fashion studio?"

Catherine had to think on her feet, having been told they would build up to the concept of the studio over the next few weeks, leading towards the summer break, but to use her judgement. Now seemed a good opening to make a start.

"You know something of the studio?"

"Well no, not really, just that Micky's granddad, Max is a cab driver, and drops off a lot of girls there. We met two of the girls when they helped him plan a birthday treat for this one here."

A beaming Micky then spoke of the sisters, her day out, and the photo album.

Catherine went on to say they knew Anna and Marta, and as others at school got to hear of the English lessons she would have no shortage of pupils. The way she phrased it left no doubt that it would only be studio girls that saw the value in paying for additional classes outside of school, and of their general interest in doing well academically across the board. Her conversation painted the studio girls as a lively and interesting sub set of the school culture, generally having widespread hobbies and diversions.

Already starstruck since meeting her heroines last weekend, she now saw their group of friends also did many exciting things as if they were pop stars or famous people off the TV. All Mary could see was confirmation that this group were enjoying the benefits of a wealthy lifestyle, well above the level of most people she knew. Those girls she had met attended the same prestigious school, but admission was not down to financial issues, but related to academic record, and they all appeared keen on that score. There would be pupils from a range of backgrounds, but the obvious link was the studio, it must be in part responsible for the money that was clearly in evidence.

The two pairs got back to studying, with Micky asking her new friend a few questions about being a model, and as her sister had broached the subject Ivanna felt able to answer in a vague way. She said how she might only do one or two shoots a month, and that the clothing was all nicely made, without going into any detail.

The time flew, at the top of the hour, a new pupil showed up that the sisters greeted on their way out. Micky sat in for a while then went back to her room carrying her piggy bank, she gave it a shake expecting to hear the chink of extra coins, for she had seen Ivanna add to her fund. The sound of coins was deadened, holding the slot up to the light she could see paper money had now boosted her coffers, it was tempting to open it up to count the current total, but she resisted the urge, putting the pottery figure back on the shelf in the kitchen.

Mary was from the Philippines, and even though she had ended up in the capitol Manila as a teenager, she could see her life mapped out as either sharing one room with several other girls all working as a hotel maids at minimum wage, or on her back as a bar girl. Getting a passport had not been too difficult, the issue was getting an entry permit to many of her preferred destinations that was the problem, even becoming a trophy bride to some ferangi (western foreigner) was fraught with pitfalls, for many often coming to nothing.

It was pure chance when she did get out that she ended up in the Ukraine, and as she had learned some Russian among the numerous languages and dialects she had picked up, it wasn't long before she mastered the local tongue. Growing up in a land of over eighty local languages, and with all of the foreign tourists, she had an affinity for adding new ones with some ease. At eighteen she met a newly qualified teacher, who showed an interest in her homeland, and could hold a conversation while looking at her eyes rather than her chest, although that was quite modest.

Within a year they were married, and a year after that they had Mikayla, it had been a struggle at first on his wage, until Max had suggested the hotel receptionist idea, with her knack for languages. There was no shortage of local babysitters, she had even done that herself at times, but rates were low compared to the hotel work. Now after several years at the hotel they were messing her about, and her hours were getting shorter, so her one good skill could be the solution to a change of direction.

Earlier that evening she had spoken to Paul about leaving the hotel to take on teaching, he was happy for her to make the choice herself, as they could manage on his wage just about, but unless someone at his school died, or he transferred to a larger school, a raise, and with it promotion, were unlikely.

Unable to sleep she did the sums, with those pupils already booked she had steady work for weeks to come, without yet thinking of group lessons, two pupils per day, and only five per day at weekends would equate to over double her average hotel wage. She would see how she felt after teaching all day Sunday, but she suspected her course was set, and the hotel manager was going to find he had lost his linguist. Smiling she thought of one of the two receptionists showing up for English lessons to add to her current 'oral' skills.

By Sunday evening Mary was toying with another thought, several of her pupils had remarked how pretty Mikayla was, but had not suggested she become a model, which made her wonder about any racist aspect to the modelling. She didn't think that held sway with her visitors, for in this country it was more about regional affiliations than about race, colour or ethnic origins. If their clients were in western Europe, she knew attitudes there were different, as a lot more incomers were recognisable as such by skin colour, and had caused racial tension in places. Here without the ghetto type segregation due to a wider mix but in smaller numbers she had never felt any animosity, if anything only curiosity.

After spending a good deal of time Saturday night playing with herself, thinking of her adventure that afternoon, Eve was eager to tell Anna about what had happened, but was forced to keep the news to herself until Anna got back from riding. This was much too important to talk about on the phone, besides she wanted to see Anna's face as she told her about it, so she had just left a message about how they had to meet that afternoon.

Anna had suspected Eve hadn't called Saturday evening either because they had got back quite late, or that there was nothing interesting to report. The brief message she had found on her phone made her anxious to get home to hear the news, but it would be unfair to Silver, if she didn't take care of him properly after their morning's fun. She had been learning to jump in a group with one of the instructors, okay the jumps had been very low, but it was exciting running up and leaping into the air, flying over the obstacles. The first time she thought she would wet herself, but Silver was so confident having done this before, so she listened to the advice she was given and followed instructions.

The driver she had that morning was a regular for studio runs, but had not been to the stables, so she gave him directions, having called in advance for her ride home, Max was now available, and would be there by the time she was ready to leave. They had a good chat on the way back, of how he planned to run a shuttle service for girls going to Mary for lessons, and how even with the spaces between, it would be worthwhile, as he would drop off, and pick up at the same point, then have a short break before collecting the next pupil. Anna had never really thought about how often the drivers were hanging about waiting for the next call to come over on their radio's.

He had heard from his son that morning that Mary was seriously considering leaving her job at the hotel in order to concentrate on teaching. Anna said how she had heard how popular her lessons were, and that many girls wanted to adopt Micky as a younger sister, as she was just so lovable.

"Sister material, but not model material?"

Anna thought it best to give an honest answer, after-all this was what they had wanted.

"I'd say she would be perfect for both roles, but she hasn't asked, and it's not every girl that enjoys being in front of the camera. If she showed an interest, I'm sure our boss would be only too pleased to arrange an interview."

Within minutes of getting home Anna had made several calls to update people of what Max had said about Mary thinking of doing the lessons full time, and his query of whether Micky could become a model. Business taken care of Anna called Eve, inviting her to come round so they could talk, explaining that everyone was out till later that afternoon.

Eve hurried round, she was bursting to tell someone about Romko, Anna knew of these relatives, the thirteen year old boy, and his younger brother seven year old Kiel, but she had not met them as they lived on the far side of the city, a trek by public transport, but not so bad in the family car. Up in Anna's room Mr Bear was displaced as the two girls lounged on the bed, as Eve prepared to tell her tale.

"Are you ready? Then I'll begin."

"Get on with it I want all the dirty details."

"Okay, well we went round and had lunch, and Romko was looking all smart, his dark hair had just been combed, I could tell cause it's quite long and it falls down over one eye, and he was wearing a new band shirt that I hadn't seen before. All through the meal I could feel his eyes checking me out, and I was wearing that new two tone top I got when we were out the other week, so I knew he could see how I was growing, and my nipples were all tingly and showing. Oh, and I had on that dark skirt the one I brought when we went out shoe shopping, so mum said I looked very smart, she didn't say sexy but that's how I felt."

"Victor and Kiel wanted to run off and play after lunch, and all the parents wanted to sit and talk, so then Romko asks if I want to listen so some of his latest CD's in his room, and I'm like so cool and calm on the outside. His room was all super tidy, I'd seen it other times, and it was a tip, so it must have taken forever to clear it up, he must have used some air freshener as well cause it didn't smell all musty like when I'd been in there last time."

"Come on get to the good bits!"

"It's my story and I'll tell it my way," she said grinning at Anna.

"Most of the stuff he wanted us to listen to was rubbish, so I went over to look through his music, and he did have a few girl vocalists, though he seemed embarrassed that he had stuff that wasn't proper 'guy music'. There was only one chair in his room at the desk, so we're both sitting on the edge of the bed, and it was funny the way he slowly inched towards me while we're listening and talking, as if I cant see him coming."

"I could tell he was real nervous just like you said he would be, and soon his leg is touching mine feeling all hot, and he seems surprised or relieved I haven't jumped up and run off. He says how it's the best spot to sit, as it's right between the speakers, then next thing after a few songs, he puts his arm round me, so I'll feel nice and comfortable, and he goes on to say how good I'm looking and asking if I have a boyfriend. I didn't want to look inexperienced so I said that I didn't have one at the moment, and did he know anyone who wanted to apply. It was so funny to watch his face, him trying to decide what to say or do next. Then he sort of pecked me on the lips."

"He looked very unsure of himself as he moved back, but he still had one arm round me, I think he was worried in case I ran off screaming to my parents. I said he should have told me if he wanted to kiss, I think that's when he got really worried, until I put my arms round him and kissed him back. You were right though, I had to teach him, he later admitted he hadn't kissed many girls, and it was good fun, but different from kissing girls."

"So did you spend all afternoon teaching Romko to kiss properly?"

"Pretty much, but I haven't finished yet. It was kind of awkward sitting side so I moved round to sit astride his lap so I didn't get a crick in my neck, and as I sat down I could feel his thing all hard."

"Come on Eve you're not a baby, call a cock a cock for heavens sake."

"Okay, I sat down on his cock, that sounds rude as if we were doing it, but we weren't, anyway his T-shirt wasn't tucked in so it hadn't been obvious that he had a stiffy until it was there right in front of me. Well Marta said how Valya told her boys can be sensitive to criticism about guy stuff, so I said something about how grown up he was now, as I was pressed up against him. By then I was showing him how to do French kissing, but he was being too aggressive like it was some contest, so I made him practice till he got it right."

"Wow!"

"Yes it was wow all right, I was getting so hot and started to rub on him to try and get off, by then his hands had moved down and he was playing with my bum, pulling me towards him, it was so nice for a while then he goes red in the face and starts to shake and groan, so then I guessed what had happened. I hadn't cum, and I didn't think it would happen for me that afternoon, but I thought about how best to deal with the situation."

"What did you do?"

"I got up kissed him, winked, then said I needed to check on the boys, get some drinks, and that it would probably take me about ten minutes. Of course I needed to go to the bathroom to freshen up as I had got all squidgy from all the kissing and stuff, I even nicked one of my aunts panty liners to keep from soaking my undies. I got so much of a rush knowing I had been the one that caused him to shoot off in his underwear, and the cool way I had given him a way to tidy up by himself."

"What did it feel like when he shot off, could you feel each of the spurts like Marta said, or like the videos we've seen on the internet?"

"I could feel his cock lurch a bit, and he jerked forwards, and his face sort of screwed up so it was hard to say, it's not as if I asked how many spurts of cum came out."

The two laughed at that idea, then Anna was eager to find out what happened next as they were by now both laying on the bed, panties off, playing with themselves.

"Well I did check on the boys, saw the grown ups and made polite conversation about Romko and I listening to music, and how I had been keeping an eye on the boys, then went and got our drinks. Back up in his room, he still looked a bit embarrassed and his face was still flushed, but I knew he had got changed, cause I could see a bit of his jeans poking out of the wardrobe, and his dresser wasn't shut properly so he must have changed his underwear too. I wanted to come across as experienced and not just with kissing so I said how often guys had accidents like that and not to worry as it would soon be up again."

"It was so funny the way he looked, hard to describe really, I suppose relieved that I made light of his little accident, and like your dad says, Romko was like a dog with two tails. It was standing up kissing that the height difference was apparent, and I could feel his cock was hard again, but now it was too high pressing against my tummy not my clit. Anyway it was a good job we were standing up, as I heard someone on the stairs, so pulled him over to his bookcase on the far side of the room away from the door, and grabbed the first book to hand. When my aunt poked her head in the door he was facing away from her, and we were just innocently looking at books, if the CD had still been playing I might not have heard her coming."

"That was a close call, do you think she suspected what you were up to?"

"I don't think so, she may of felt he might try something with the way he had been checking me out during lunch, but we were obviously being good. I was definitely good, and he was getting better with practice. I think he would have had another sort of accident, or a heart attack if she had come in ten seconds earlier."

Anna joked with her friend. "Sounds like you had a great afternoon, maybe now you've started his training I can borrow him some time."

"The answer's no, besides I haven't finished yet, don't you want to hear what happened next, that's the best bit?"

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To be continued in Chapter 64

Sorry about the cliff hanger ending (No I'm not), but I like to keep the chapters within a certain size range, and the next good break point was too far on. The sisters plans for young Mikayla are looking fruitful, and Anna is enjoying her Sapphic adventures, while maintaining an interest in Eve's first forays into the world of boys with her older cousin. Having read this far I suspect like Anna you may want to hear the rest of Eve's story.