Erica was getting better and better and was eager to please me."I have to get the girls out first, so I'm sorry beforehand that you have to wait." No ...roblem."I waited in the gymnastics room for over thirty minutes while Coach Carson monitored the girls. It was probably a record for the girls to get out since before I arrived and became a "distraction"."Jack," called out Coach in a low, husky voice.I looked over and then I kept looking over. It was impossible to not look at Coach. My eyes. When I told them to come in, Adara opened the door and stepped into my room.I had the heavy, thick drapes closed to keep out the brutally hot sun, so my room was semi dark. Adara was standing in the doorway backlit by the light from her room. Her dark brown wavy hair sparkled as it lay across her right shoulder and breast. She was wearing one of her baby doll outfits, this one burgundy satin and lace. She was as beautiful as any woman who had ever worn one of them."Am I bothering you, Neeko?". What's more, a chick doesn't have to be a celebrity to have hot hooters;she doesn't even have to have a pretty face (after all, man has inventedthe paper bag). God (or nature) has blessed many millions of maidens,pretty and otherwise, with truly beautiful bosoms.Of course, just as philosophers have devised the problem of evil tocounter the cosmological argument, insisting that our universe has manyfeatures--disease, mental illness, suffering, and death, for example,that mitigate against the. Surely I could find a man that had a fetish for girls who had a bun in the oven. I decided to peruse town and go to my favorite stores and shops until I found a man that seemed enamored by me. I was just about to give up but at my last stop, while I was admiring the long Italian cucumbers, a man walked over to me obviously enjoying my adoration of the vegetables. I knew there was no time for shyness, so I decided whatever he said I would answer boldly. “Do you enjoy the longer variety Italian.