When we got back to my place, Anna wasted no time. Her hands went up the back of her shirt to unhook her bra, and then she pulled the straps off her s...oulders and pulled the bra out through her sleeve. Braless, her tight shirt was even more impressive. We’d been outside in the cold long enough that Anna’s nipples were rock hard. Apparently her jeans were a little uncomfortable too, because those came off next, revealing a cute pair of green panties that matched her discarded bra. She asked us. It hung rather fitted along my chest and stomach, with straps falling to the sides of my shoulders, and at the hips it cascaded downward in a silky flow. My hair was left straight down, falling near the middle of my back. I wore very little make up and only managed one inch heels the same color as my dress. If I were being honest with myself, I would say that I actually didnt look as ridiculous as I had first thought I would. In fact, I looked pretty. Older. A bit more mature. Holly? My. We walk deeper and deeper into the woods; I look around hoping we are going to get back. All the while, we are holding hands, a wonderful feeling. For me that’s one of the best things I can have, skin on skin, ANY skin on skin contact makes me smile.We get to the 'spot' you chose, and I open the basket. Blanket down, wine out, a little bit of lunch spread out. I ask you to sit and without warning you push me on the ground. You climb on top of me, kissing me. Long deep kisses from your tongue. "You tell 'em, Sister! They belong to us, and we belong to them. As the French say, "Viva la difference!!!" Lannie, almost lost in the shuffle, was brought up. Sharon moved her over to the edge of the bed. "Misti. Have you met Lannie, yet?" Misti reached up and took her hand. HI, SWEETIE!!! LONG TIME, NO SEE. This is why I haven't been in in a long time. No need to buy clothes when you're pregnant." She looked up at Sharon. She's Assistant Manager of the store I shop in the VERY most.The store.