How does that sound?" he smiled engagingly, his mustache nearly hiding the corners of his mouth. "Alright," she agreed slowly, "but I do feel just a l...ttle embarrassed meeting you like this. Please bear with me, John." They drove back to the house his family had bought in 1963. He took great pains to show her where he had grown up, his favorite play spots and the houses of friends from his preteen years. As they pulled up the drive John smiled, knowing that they would soon be all alone. With a. Thursday and Friday I went all out trying to get some play. Friday night I came close; she was from Chicago and had a boyfriend. What stopped her was her roommate being rejected by one of my buddies. That wide turn around first base was all for nothing.Saturday night was all or nothing. We went all the way out to Wynn and made our way backward to New York New York. Aside from some small talk with a hot blond at Margaritaville, nothing was clicking. I had no choice but to drink more beer.Hit. ‘And where do you think you are going, lover mine?’ Louise queried. ‘I should shower and change! I replied.’ It’s been a long day and all that travel dust. She just stood there as if to say it didn’t matter – as I remember she had done before, but she must have read my mind because I just felt I needed to be squeaky clean for her, she was my woman and I wanted to give her my best, and I would not feel comfortable unless I showered. The way she smelt, the way she looked, her whole charisma. The bra hadn’t done a bit of shaping. Sandrine’s breasts were firm and high. Her nipples didn’t point to the Moon, but they were up, slightly out, sat atop dark, inch-wide, perfectly round areolae. They were hard after leaving the warmer confines of the bra and jersey. The bush we’d perceived through her panties was a straight, jet black landing strip about an inch and a half wide, the hairs trimmed to maybe half an inch. Apparently, playing right wing on a women’s hockey team is good for the.