..right now."Mike's attention splintered. He looked at those small but firm-looking breasts that he had longed to see. He looked at her creamy white t...ighs leading to her trimmed pussy. He struggled to retain his language skills enough to ask..."Why $100?" Troy St. Peter is doing a ninja gig tomorrow at the youth center...$89.99 plus taxes. Tickets went up tonight and are going fast. Trissa already has her ticket. Use your credit card to buy me one and I'm yours for the night." She spread her. I pulled her away for a second. I told her, "We do have to go but don't you dare think I'm done with you." The music stopped and she looked me dead in the eyes, "You better not be" and kissed me so passionately all of my senses were fried when our lips parted. I struggled with going to the bathroom because of the record breaking erection I had but I get it over and get out of the bathroom seconds before her. I walk out and see where Steve is at as Ashley comes running up behind and gives me a. "Call me Nancy. And it's basically a backup." To what?" To the kissing. If that doesn't get me into your apartment, then the panties are my twenty dollar backup." You ... you don't need them."She pulled herself back. "You don't like them?" Oh, I never said..." Hold on, hold on." She turned away from me, hoisted her skirt up again, and waggled it at the older man sitting on the other side of her. He'd been playing plenty of attention the first time, but he got an eyeful now. "Danny doesn't like. ’ If by this you think my stuff had to go to make more room for her stuff, you obviously have a deep and solid understanding of female logic. Give yourself a gold star. So I pulled down a large box. Inside I found a smaller box surrounded by stuff. Inside that smaller box is another box surrounded by more stuff. Inside that box is another box because the inner box is quite old. Inside that old box is some stuff and a small cedar box carefully wrapped in plastic and sealed with at least thirty.