I loved photographing her. It was hard to get her out of my thoughts. Night time came. Greta and I ate. We sat down. We were alone. “Greta, I have t... ask you a question,” I said. She turned to me and asked what it was. “You know many a man must and probably do find your sister Francesca prettier then ever, right?” “She is a very, very pretty girl. I know she is that. She is prettier then I am,” Greta said. “No, she isn’t, I said. “Anyway, how did soooo many men get passed up? How is it that. Creating small talk, we were able to diffuse some of the tension between us. Stopping off at a restaurant, I ordered something light.“Baby, I just-““Don’t,” I interrupted her. “It’s too late to turn back now. It’s gonna happen.”She nodded her head and we fell into more silence.We got to the car show shortly before dark and found Eddie and his ’67 Chevy Impala close to the back. He was cordial with me and kissed Zaleah on the cheek.“You look ravishing!” he said, cupping her breasts. “I’m going. She finally decided that she couldn’t take it anymore. If he wanted her, she was his for the night. She was all of theirs. “What’s wrong, Mark?” Rao asked, staring at his lustfully and taking a step towards him. Rao had already boned all of the men downstairs without even trying. She looked at the giant bulge in his pants. “Uncomfortable? You can end that if you’d like.” She suggested and closed the distance between them. Mark held her sides and ran them up, nearly to her breasts. Rao’s mind. But I wasn't one of those people who normally went out my way to highlight the fact. Most of my clothes were fairly conservative, but if I wanted to wear tighter jeans to make my ass look better and curvier, or low-cut tops to emphasize my breasts, then I would do. Today was looking like being a beautiful spring day and I was, after all, going to riding a bike so I figured a pair of shorts would do the job. I did a lot of dancing and cycling and I just knew he'd enjoy looking at my smooth legs.