She was wearing her nightie (I hadnot seen thisone before)which was just above the knees and it was sort of transparent and she was not wearing a bra ...nd I could see her nipples erectagainst the fabric. I was dripping and got up from the chair and told her we shall practice the jive steps but she told me that she did not enjoy jive and preferred the slow ballroom dancing. i got the hint and was confident by now that she was after my dick. So I held her against my dick and started dancing. She. Her hand was on the bag before she could answer. She was pleased that she didn’t actually lift anything out of the bag. Julia had bought some lacy underwear sets as well as some stockings. “Hmmm, John’s going to be a lucky boy tonight,” Annette commented. “And hopefully you’ll be a lucky girl.”Julia smiled. She liked her and she watched the way her long fingers rubbed the silk material. “I love the feel of silk against my skin,” Annette told her. “It feels so sexy.”Julia nodded in agreement.. Sometimes, I thought to myself, I should have been a bartender: I could pour beer.My cell rang as I sat and waited for my second brew to be delivered by Juniper. “I looked at the number. Stacey?“Hello Stace how’s it going ... Thanksgiving ... I’m not sure ... no ... I might have something going not sure...” We talked for some minutes. The pressure was on. The Carters, the other Carters, needed me to make their day. Could I do it, be around Jenna knowing what I knew, doubtful. I wasn’t into. During my junior year we were required to participate in two days of community service. I really was not looking forward to it, but fortunately it led to this story. I was assigned to a local elementary school, where I spent two days helping out in a first grade class. It was obvious the kids could use some extra help. The school wasn’t as privileged as the one I went to growing up in the suburbs of a big city. Surprisingly, I ended up enjoying it and seeing the kids continually make.