For a brief moment, he wished he hadn’t seen her at all. Then, he tried to convince himself that she was not the most beautiful creature in the worl.... The thought was absurd so he discarded it. She was walking with confident steps. Her small feet were clad in high heeled clogs that were showing off her delicate ankles. Peter fixed his gaze on the pristine rosiness of her rounded heels. Then, he explored the soft curves of her calves and thighs, wondering how a human being could be so perfect. . I also knew that Shirley had called her mother, right after I created the trust fund for her, Derek, and the unborn baby. Part of Mrs. Jones concern had obviously been financial worry for Shirley and Derek.Back at home that night, all five of us were in the big bedroom, sitting on the bed, discussing our impressions of the day, and conversations we'd either had or heard at the church or the reception. Joyce's parents had thrown a minor fit with Joyce at the reception, telling her that I had. Just right and not too big and bulky. But big enough to swing me around like a ragdoll if he wanted. I could not understand why this man would want to take time away from his buddies to chit chat with me. Sure I'm cute. But not beautiful. I'm small in stature with dark blue eyes, long wavy brown hair with red highlights. My breasts are small, but firm and perky. I've got a small waste too. But my best feature, besides my eyes, is my bubble butt. Whatever it is, I must be his type or he knows. Finishing her drink, she let out an almost orgasmic sigh."Now you" She saidI felt like so exposed and innocent, but obliged and drank what she gave me. In one gulp, I had finished the cocktail she had made for me, it was indeed as orgasmic as Laurens' sigh had suggested. As I enjoyed the buzz from the drink, Lauren was kissing my neck. She pulled at the neckline of my dress like trying to open curtains. I felt her fingers pull at my bra, slowly moving it down I could feel the cool air on my.