. since that exhibition game with Montreal's then International League team, and he was satisfied that its stellar attraction had not changed... the w...men were still beautiful... and God, how he needed one.A half-dozen times he paused to ogle after a pair of pretty legs or a voluptuous figure wearing a piled-up, exotic coiffure... radical, ridiculous, but beautiful... slender ankles, rounded calves and curvaceous hips and buttocks... tripping off on high, needle-like heels in every damned. "All girls like compliments, and in that way you can earn a kiss!" Oh!" I replied. Compliments? She was a Goddess! Nothing could be easier! "You are so hot! So sexy!" I am, am I?" She straightened up, now pouting, but still straddling me. "That was not very personal. I bet you say that to all the women you meet!" No, I don't! I don't!" Liar!" she sulked, pinching my lips together. "What's so hot and sexy about me?" Your hair!" I burst out after she released my lips."What about it?" I adore it,. As time went on, I became more and more curious and the more me and my Uncle would wrestle the more I noticed I would start to get wet but try and play it off like everything was fine. He was 20 years older than me, a big strong man, lean, starting to bald, maybe 5'10, 6', I don't know. All I know was I was 4'6 at the time and young, so having the attention of an older man on me was great. I loved my uncle, even though my older mother would tell me to stay away from him and be careful, I didn't. Looking back in the basket, she grinned as she found a stick of bright red lipstick. Puckering her lips, she carefully applied it. The last thing she did was slide into her red patent leather heels before walking out of the bathroom and down the hallway.As she arrived at the kitchen, she stood at the tile floor’s edge, her hands folded neatly together in front of her. She noticed Jolene was there laying out a variety of items on the kitchen counter. Jolene was dressed in a short blue jumper.