His beautiful butt was chiseled and solid. It was formed in heavenly harmony between his strong back and ripped hamstrings. Then, he stepped in front ...f the shower and opened the faucet. “Get me a beer” he commanded with a relaxed voice. “Which…” I began to say before he interrupted me.“Any” he said. “Any will do””Sure, immediately” I yelled; then, I rushed to the bar. I bought a Heineken (the one most popular among the plant project workers at the time), ran back to the room and closed the. She was wearing a navy-blue, knee-length pencil-skirt, a white fitted satin blouse, black four-inch high heels and seamed flesh-toned stockings. Not farm attire at all.On the few occasions that she went into town she would dress in modern garb but Meg liked the nostalgic look of her early womanhood in the nineteen-fifties. Besides, her son like his mother dressed this way too, it reminded him of the hours they had spent together each day when he was home-schooled by her. But Peter was now the. " It is really very simple Frank; I want you to marry me." You have got to be kidding me." This isn't a joke Frank; I want you to marry me."To say that I was stunned would be a massive understatement. The girl I had pined for since the day I'd met her in the eight grade was asking me to marry her. I'd asked her for dates a thousand times between the day I'd met her until the day we graduated from college and she had never, not once, said yes. We had never even dated and here she was sitting. There was a minor, low volume drum roll and the MC asked for the first bid."20 dollars for her panties." Forty says she won't hand them over. No woman gives her panties to a strange man," was the bid answer. "Anyway, she came without panties."The first bidder spoke up again: "do you have your panties with you and will you give them to me?" Yes to both questions. My husband has them in his pocket and you are welcome to them." She turned her head to look in my direction and asked me ho hand her.