’ ‘We got a twelve ounce, a sixteen…’ Monique said. ‘Twenty ounce, thought I said that,’ Valerie said. ‘No, you said ‘no salt,’ not ...ow big,’ Bobby corrected. While they waited for Monique to return with Valerie’s drink, both brother and sister swept an eye around the restaurant. The dinner rush was dying down, it was already eight thirty on a Wednesday evening. Valerie was an attractive brunette, twenty six years of age. Her long brown hair hung down in waves, framing her square face. I made it clear to her that I thought this was sexy and that she looked even better without shaving. She promised that she would not shave. At least not for a while.The next day we ended up in my place. Kissing and cuddling for the first time since re-dating. Clothes were flying very quickly. We both wanted sex bad. Real bad.I cannot give you any details, more than it was heavenly. I was on top of her with my upper body supported by my arms. I could see her lovely naked body and my cock working. ” It was only then that Scott looked at the wallclock and saw that it was almost ten after one in themorning. He’s been watching that video for over anhour. “I hadn’t really noticed the time.” Scott saidas Dr. Fitzgerald stepped in behind his wife. Scott couldn’t help but imagine what the 30something woman in front of him looked like naked.How would her body compare with the youngerversion of herself that had just excited him so. He’dnever really thought of women that age as. He was a good boy, eager to learn, and Marvin worked with him almost every day. His round, steel-framed glasses bothered me some, but the kid said he could not get used to contacts and that his lenses were shatter-proof. I told him he looked like Harry Potter. He just nodded.Marvin had drilled into him my dictum, "Get the first pitch over." All he had was a 85-plus fastball and a weak slider, but it was enough because he seldom put the ball over the middle of the plate, and he gave up very few.