" So, it's all just ... practicality? Cotton panties and big ol' sensible bras." I like her underwears."She held up a pair of my wife's drawers - basi..., nude colored. "Nude, Black and White. That's it." There some gray underwear in there."She laughed, "But no thongs to spice it up a bit." My wife doesn't like thongs." How can she not like thongs?"I shrugged, "She says they're uncomfortable." What does she wear when she wears a tight skirt?" She doesn't wear anything." Commando?" Usually. I. After checking his alarm clock to make sure that they had sufficient time, Jim put down his half finished coffee and turned his full attention to the young girl in his arms. Once again they didn't have intercourse, but he managed to bring her to orgasm with his tongue and his fingers. After showering together they left his house and he dropped her off at her bus stop and headed in to work.That afternoon, shortly before 3:00, Jim turned off his computer at work and left for the day. He stopped. We walked the food table, picked our choices, and went back to the edge of the pool, dangling our legs, where we ate and continue our conversation. We eventually got interested in the game, our team was winning. Time seemed to fly by. Before we realized it, the game was over, we won, and the party was ending.We exchanged phone numbers. She asked about my schedule. It was clear I could easily find free weekdays to meet at her house for lunch. She described the pool-spa combination they had at. Patrick Miller was an Orlando native, one of the rarities in that tourist town composed more and more of transplants. His hope was to eventually live and work in his home town, but not as one of the tourism industry employees who were paid at or just above minimum wage. Pat was majoring in Computer Science, with the hope of getting a job with Lockheed-Martin or one of the other engineering oriented firms taking root in Orlando. He was skinny, giving the appearance of a black haired.