Her plump ass bounced with every step around the corner.I sat back, taking a long pull from the glass. The cool liquid burned slowly through my chest ...hile my brain formulated a single thought: Dinner is going to be delayed, believe that.I took another big sip from the glass, biting a cherry off the stem and trapping it in my mouth. Warmed with liquid courage, I set the glass down and walked into the kitchen. I crept behind Lace and pulled up close. My hands went under the apron to cup and. "There, you happy now" he scowled as he tossed it into the pile designated for the losers. By the fourth hand, I had lost my shirt, jeans, and boxers and only one sock, while Dan was only down to his boxers and the expression on his face told me that he was about to loose those as well. Sam was only down to his boxers and both socks and yet sat there oh so confident like this hand was his. After the betting was done, I quickly folded in hopes that I could regain some pride for myself as I. I have written before but didn’t have the courage to post anything so I thought I would try. Hope you enjoy it. I didn’t put much detail into the character’s appearance because I wanted to leave it to the reader to make the characters whatever was their ideal fantasy for a partner. The day was warm, in the mid-70s.The sun shined brightly outside and the sky had barely any clouds in it. A gentle breeze tussled the leaves on the aspen trees. The summer had been quiet slow and boring for Ashley.. She looks over his muscular body and then locks eyes with him grinning.“Hello. I’m Robin. What’s your name?”“Oh hi, I’m Frank.” He extends his hand over the back of the sofa and she takes a step forward to shake it. Her grip and skin are soft as silk. “Sandra has told me a lot about you. I was actually wondering why I haven’t met her best friend, yet.”Still holding his hand Robin walks around the sofa alleviating any barriers between them. “I think I know exactly why she’s kept us.