"That hasn't changed, at least." You remember that pale yellow underwear I had on that night when I showed you my evening dress?" Sholandra asked, coq...ettish and alluring now.She had a deeply sensual, fuck-me look in her eyes that was devastating to Laura, who could remember everything. The yellow underwear against Sholandra's smooth, molasses-colored skin had been an unforgettable sight. She recalled the dark circles of Sholandra's very large nipples showing through the lacy pale yellow gauze. Belle was all for it, so we found ourselves at their table once again. Tom had decided to grill, and all the girls made side dishes. It was fun, casual, and if you didn't sense the undercurrent that ran through us, it would look just like any other suburban weekend get together.He grilled really good steaks, and cedar planked a couple of pieces of salmon for Gail and Helen.It led to a conversation on food, and I told them about the cheeseburgers at my favorite grill. They all said they'd give. I wanted to remember things you know. Any way she came out in the Little black dress I love and asked for another wine, The dress is short (for you guys here is the dress description for the rest of the nights fun: above the knee by a couple of inches, low cut under her arms and a deep V almost to the lower part of her tits, it is tight a little above the waist to just below her tits, the skirt hangs loose and flowing to above the knee and above waist.) AND there was no bra strap alongside the. Then she saw the scrap of paper nailed to the tree. It was from Frank, or at least bore his name.It said he had been there the day before, and would return.She waited and then cried when she saw him coming across the plain. He thought she had been hurt, seeing her standing there bawling, but soon found he was wrong. She tore at his clothes and cried continuously until they were joined. Then her tears dried and she laughed instead, urging him on.They reached the pinnacle of joy three times and.