) I don't mean looking them up and down; I can get a reasonable picture with an overall glance from the counter the second she walks through the door....And that overall glance is sufficient; as long as she's not obviously disgusting, she meets my criteria. What are my criteria? Simple. If I can get my rocks off every couple of hours without having to take the cunt out to dinner or a movie and without throwing up, she'll do.When I say every couple of hours, I don't mean to suggest that my batting. Every New Year's Eve, my friend Debbie throws this huge party at her house. Debbie married money, so when her divorce became final, she received this beautiful fourteen room house. The house actually has five bedrooms and four bathrooms. It has two fireplaces, a three car garage and a swimming pool in the back yard. It's on a large lot at the end of a quiet, little street. There are woods behind it, and to the left of it, and another large house to the right, quite a distance away. Debbie's. I fell forward and swallowed way too much lake water.I shed the t-shirt and remounted Vegas. My boobs aren’t huge, but they were safely tucked away in my bra, or so I thought. “Grab em,” Jones told his companion. In an instant, I was braless. I grabbed the hand of the guy on Jones’s shoulders and pulled as hard as I could. Unfortunately, he was much stronger than myself and I had drunk one too many beers. Down I went. I made my way back to concrete table and stretched out on it, on my back. I. .." When the hug broke, there were tears. "Nikki told me about you. And Alan. Congratulations on your marriage and graduation."Tina smiled. "Thank you, Kellen. 'S okay. And congratulations to you."Naturally, Slade found Kellen. After all, they WERE an item. "Slade, hon, d'ya remember Tina? Beginning of last year?" Kellen asked.Slade's brow knit. I'm thinking that last year Slade wasn't looking at Tina. Tina's cute enough, but she's not in the tier that held Slade's interest. "I think I.