Stand up for me, will you.’I stood up by the side of the bed and she moved in front of me.‘I'll hold them open, so you can put your foot into them...’ She held whatappeared to be a tiny wisp of lace just at my knee level and I put myhand on her shoulder for balance and then placed my foot into one side. ‘That's good, baby, now the other one.’I did as she asked and she gently and slowly pulled them up my legs andover my thighs. I could feel the softness of the lace sliding over myskin and I gave a. It was the only uncrowded place in town this weekend. It seems like a town of people are in town for the holiday and I don't really mind the privacy, do you?" She shook her head no. "And besides, if we are asking silly questions, Hornswoggle goes on, "how is an Irish lass like yourself not wearing any green on St. Patrick's Day? It's almost as if.. you want to get pinched." I do" - she states. "but not by everybody, and who is to say that I have absolutely zero green on?" She winks at him.. * At three forty five Davy, wearing his blue workman overalls, and an orange safety helmet pulled down over his head, slipped into the deserted building yard of his friend. Carefully looking over his shoulder he slipped into the hut and took the keys left on the hook on the top right of the line of hooks with keys hanging from them on the wall and then out again, making his way towards a small mobile pick and carry crane with a hydraulic boom long enough to reach to the top of the prison wall,. I have never been what youwould consider a faithful husband, then again my wife isn’t what you would consider a faithful wife butnot to the point of an open marriage. Names have been changed to protect the not so innocent, withthat being said here we go.Hanging out at the NCO Club drinking and dancing the night away as was the routine on a Fridaynight. Sandy was flirting a little more than usual she being my wife’s best friend we spent a lot of timearound each other. Sandy is blonde, great.