Can I create a mood, or can't I? The main course was over. Bobby had given me an anniversary gift; an exquisite black lace peignoir set, no doubt hide...usly expensive. Gee, what could he possibly have in mind? I poured more wine. Bobby and I lingered, holding hands and gazing into each other's eyes longingly, as we had done since we first met. It was one of those 'perfect moments' in space and time, just the three of us; Bobby, me, and my good friend, Mickey."Are you ready for dessert?" I. Ms. Palmer ordered a pot of coffee be delivered at 12:15 and that automatically extended the meeting by forty-five minutes. By that time, it had been determined that the committee needed food to fuel their discussion, so sandwiches were ordered. By the time the sandwiches arrived, it was already nearly two o’clock. After eating, Sporu decided it was too late to accomplish anything anyway and adjourned the meeting at 3:00, suggesting people just knock off for the rest of the day as there wasn’t. Once again he walked her round the ring, faster this time, her full round bottom, jiggling seductively, as she trotted behind him, her heels, arching her calves and thick thighs. Her black stockings and suspender, framing her buttocks as she was paraded again, "Bernie! Called Jackie again, but Bernie just continued his commentary.He was in control, "now we show her off to her full potential, "He called, "the buyers can see her action her nice fluid movement, get a good look at what they are. Even Addie limited herself to two pieces of underwear.After breakfast, Ricky excused himself, went upstairs to dress before returning and calling his father. The car had been fixed and he wanted to invite Holly for lunch if that worked for her. She nodded happily at the suggestion and Addie smiled at her in her obvious success with the Millsum family. But it was when Ricky explained to his father about the gash on his head that Holly’s heart simply melted. She kissed his neck so very gently.