Imperceptibly spreading them apart. Fingers gliding back up across the tops of her thighs. Up along her arms. Squeezing her shoulders.Fingertips sprea... as his hands slide back down her arms. Pads of his fingertips barely brushing the sides of her breasts as his hands slip down. Across the tops of her thighs. Fingertips whispering onto the inner edges of her thighs, softly pulling at the skin, satin fabric so smoothly sliding. Down to the knees. Slowly back up. Gently pressing against the inner. ‘Craig’ Supplied Craig as he withdrew his hand from the shake.‘The dress is through here. Going to a party are you?’‘Umm, yes.’‘Word of advice. Don’t get married,’ Brian laughed ‘You still get to go to parties, but they aren’t as much fun as they were before you got hitched. And it seems as though you spend longer waiting for your wife to get ready than you actually spend at the party.’‘I’ll keep that in mind.’‘Just through here.’ Brian led him into what was obviously a guest bedroom. The dress. A lady like this could not be an intruder, could she?She had long straight jet black hair with black orchids in it. Theorchids held down a long black transparent veil which went down to hershoulders but which did not at all cover her face.It was a pale white face as was her neck but you were drawn to her bloodred lips.Those lips begged to be kissed without her even moving them.And her eyes said, "Come closer."She was wearing a long black cape over a Zarifa dress. She had longblack satin Lycra. Bob came up to me, and said, "Those 10 K's that you had us do all the time paid off. Those other boats were either at a slower pace through the entire course, or died half way through." I'm glad we won, and I'm glad it's over."The girls had gone before us, and won their division. We stayed and watched Yale finish second to Harvard. By then we were packed, and soon were on the road headed back to New Hampshire. It was a seven-hour bus ride plus a stop for dinner. We had checked out of the hotel.