“Reports indicate that Buffalo, New York, was somehow covered in soot and it buried alive much of the local population, there was so much of it. So,...now, the question of what happened to Buffalo is possibly answered. Possibly. If it’s true, that is. There is a growing suspicion that this might be another rumor spread by the Restored New Netherland, ruled by Pieter Andries van der Groot, better known as ‘Powerball,’ apparently because he won a lottery prize just before the Fireballs. When we got to my place I told her that I was going to have a shower and change out of my sweats."You are dressed very elegantly, and I am a scruff." Elaine seemed pleased by my comment and then made the usual comments about my sweats not mattering, but she didn't sound too convincing. I quickly showered, shaved and dressed. A Pair of dark grey slacks, and a cream dress shirt. Black socks and a pair of black moccasins saw me sorted. I came down to find that she had made the coffee, and was. He gently squeezed them and my nipples began to harden and push against my bra. He brushed the straps of my dress off my slender shoulders causing the whole thing to fall gracefully to the ground below. He undid the clasp of my bra and that, too, joined my dress. His hands cupped me again. His fingers gently pinched my nipples and his thumbs played back and forth over the erectness. I moaned deep in my throat. I decided to give into this stranger that was slowly seducing me. I felt my panties. But, if I follow the instincts of my body, and maybe add a few things I’ve learned from my late nights in front of the computer screen, I can play it off like I know what I’m doing. He certainly does…he knows exactly what he’s doing. All right Gym-Guy, I’ll play with you. JOHN The side of her face I can see, the side that’s not pressed against the locker, opens its eye and looks at me. The striking blue iris peeks from the corner, and regards me with a look I didn’t expect. Desire. Her full,.