I watched those glorious globes swing to and fro as she made her way towards the living room; free of their hypnotic swing as she turned the corner.Th... night progressed as expected. Things hadn’t worked out with yet another guy and I was the one that was left to pick up the pieces. She started with venting about how he did this, or didn’t do that, and all the things he said, or didn’t say. All followed up with how lucky she was to have me as a friend. Yea…Next was the flirtatious teasing.. Her short, soft brown hair seemed to be just the perfect adornment to her simple beauty. Her legs were long and delicately molded. But her most radiant feature, her exquisitely beautiful face, was totally lost in her circle of friends interested in money (girls), boobs (boys), pussies (boys) and cocks (boys and girls).After high school she tried several menial secretarial jobs. The older men she met were much more appreciative of her striking good looks and pleasant personality than the. Pushing Kelly backward down into the hay, I begin kissing her shoulders, working my way down her arms, not missing an inch of flesh with my lips. My fingers tracing the outline of her sides, brushing her breasts, rubbing her nipples and watching them harden into erect little towers of flesh. I begin kissing her mounds, lifting the heavy flesh mounds covering her nipples with my mouth; I suck them into my mouth, letting my tongue lap erotically on the tips, nibbling them with my teeth.She lets a. "Television news?... Is that your area of interest?" I asked.Somebody told me somewhere that the way to be a good conversationalist is to focus on the "other" person. The person to whom you are conversing. I was perfectly content to focus on Emily Anne Shreve.I was in love.So, OK, I wasn't in love, maybe. After all, I had met this girl -- let's see... ninety minutes ago, give or take. But she was falling-down fine, and she seemed to be a Decent Human Being (despite her grandfather's having.