As the weeks went by, the three of us would greet with a quick hug while passing by. During mid season, we hugged a little more and a little tighter. ...y the end of the year they would both rub those perfect tits in my chest and kiss me on the cheek. I would get an instant hard on.The two girls did not bowl the summer league but I did. Whe the fall season started, they were back. We picked up where we left off last year. Amber gave me a big hug and Jen was right there not wanting to be left out.. “Listen,” he said, “I know you can sing the notes. So why do you give me no passion? All the pictures we see of Ludwig make him look angry. I know. Angry – not sexy. We know little or nothing of his sex life.” He paused. The male members of the chorus looked away, one or two of my colleagues giggled quietly. “Or do we? Of course we do, and I will tell you how we know. What you are singing is Schiller’s Ode to Joy, isn’t it?. So think what gives you joy. Real joy. Then sing again for me and at. ” “Guess I'll walk then,” she said. She slid off the bar stool, stood digging into the pocket of her shorts, dug out a couple of crumpled dollar bills which she tossed on the bar. “Can I use your office for awhile?” the guitarist asked. “Knock yourself out,” Mac answered. She pulled away instinctively when he grabbed her wrist. He stood at the same time, using her body's momentum to steer her toward the office. She offered no resistance after her initial reaction, let herself be led away like. Looking at Tom, I saw an older man, perhaps 50, in solid shape with a broad chest and a light beard.He was certainly his father's son in every way. I knew that I was looking at my husband in 25 years. He looked around nervously for some clothes. He wore jeans and a sweatshirt, but was looking for a T-shirt as it was warming up outside. He found one and quickly whipped off his sweatshirt and pulled on his T-shirt. I remember thinking that if Rich looks like this at 50, I won't be doing too bad!.