It must have been nice not to have to worryabout it.The lanterns dimmed again and I looked up at them. They weren'tflickering, just growing fainter, a...d around each one was a hazy goldenglow, almost as though a mist was in the air, catching the light, thoughthere was no such thing.It made me feel a little drowsy actually and I settled further down intomy seat, folding my arms under my breasts after I'd taken another draughtof wine. Folding them made me more aware of the chubbiness of my arms. “Whatever the lady would like.”Lady. Not girl. Not whore. Not slut. Not prostitute. Lady.Angel turned from Dante to the bar tender. “What’s on tap?”He rattled off about four beers and Angel settled on a Bud Light. Dante raised an eyebrow, a smirk across his face.“What?” Angel asked.“You’re a beer girl huh?” Angel just looked at him for a moment. Was there something wrong with liking beer?Dante chuckled. “I was expecting something fruity.”“I like girly drinks too.” Angel knew beer wouldn’t. Jane sat on a yellow canvas chair, one leg up and, to feed my own fantasy, panties on. With two fingers she caressed a pink shallow nipple, gently pinching, pulling and rubbing it until it stood rosy red and stiff. At the same time, the other hand rubbed the crotch of her panties, her middle finger going deeper and deeper into the center crease, pushing the silk in until it began to darken with her dampness. "As a girl I always used to masturbate with my panties on. "Jane explained. "I pulled. She didn't particularly care about the movie, but she wanted to be with Doug. They were sitting on the couch, Hub at one end and Doug at the other. As she sat down between them, she couldn't help recalling the other night when she'd sat on this very same couch with Hub and his friend.Scooting closer to her husband, she glanced Hub's way and noticed that he was watching her out of the corner of his eye. >From his amused expression, she knew that he too was remembering that night. Sue turned her.