She was wearing a black low cut top that accentuated her small breasts perfectly. If the blond had orange sized tits this girl had lemons under her sh...rt. "um.... could you buy us some beer?" the blond finally asked in a quiet voice. She immediately put her pouty lips to work to look as cute as possible. "How old are you two? Arent you a little young to be drinking beer?" I asked with a smile on my face. The blond confirmed my suspicions and told me that she was the age I thought she was. I put my arms around her in public for the first time and stood dumbfounded.“Why did you do that to me? I have never been so embarrassed. Everyone was laughing at me.”Confusion. I was being held close like a lover and I was being excoriated for my actions. She was sobbing and holding me like I was a returning veteran.“Keri, I am so sorry. I was trying to be playful like you were when you gave me a boner before I walked up on stage. I was just playing around.”“I know and we have got to talk when. Some of his friends, the ones with whom he could discuss such things, said that they barely had sex even once a month. She had admonished him once, Valentine’s Day, a few years ago, when he had gone to a prestigious boutique and purchased some sexy underwear for her. It was a red lacy bra, matching panties, stockings and a suspender belt. He had asked her to try it on and she had tossed the tissue-lined boxes into her wardrobe, saying dismissively, "Yes, dear, maybe later." Then she had turned. He came round one day with his portfolio of photos and sketches to show us a large number of them featured Anne taken and sketched at the club all of her in the nude, though there were a couple of others that had been taken of her clothed, but we couldn't remember when he would have been when she was wearing them. I had to admit though he was very talented and when he asked if he could do a painting of Anne we both agreed if we had the option to buy it. So for the next six weeks Anne would sit.