Lauren, Maya, and I were sitting in a Westbourne Grove café when Lesley and her daughter, Rachel, passed by on their way to Rachel’s school. Lesley stopped to exchange a few words with Lauren. She looked ravishing: small, hard tits with erect nipples; strong, lean calves; short, blond hair; tight bum pointing upwards. I could see through her clothes, I could feel her flesh under my teeth. “You looked ravishing this morning,” I wrote to her via my mobile phone. “Thank you,” she just responded.