Frustrated, excited, nervous, worried, she climbed the stairs to her bedroom.The dress lay across the top of her bed. Concealed beneath the protective...cover. She stood in the doorway, hands restless. The opaque wrapper hid the dress, but she already new its every tuck and fold. Her nervousness returned ten fold. Was it too revealing? It was virginal white but was not that chaste. Maybe she was too hasty in her choosing. She hadn't intending on going out to look at dresses, but had seen it and. ” “Oh, I’m sure you have them queuing up.” “I wish.” “Well, I think you’re nice.” “I think you’re nice as well, but I’m an old fart.” Jan laughed. “No you’re not. You’re an attractive, experienced man.” “You think so?” Keith looked into Jan’s beautiful blue eyes, mesmerised by her sheer beauty. Slowly, their heads moved together and their lips touched. They brushed together, and parted, moving together once again. Keith placed his arm upon Jan’s shoulder as their lips began. ”“I’m hitting .343 and the Atlanta Braves don’t even know I’m alive,” I told him.“Bullshit!” Rollie said. “Listen, if I could hit like you, I wouldn’t be sitting around cryin’ in my beer.”“At least they let you out on the field with leather on your hand,” I said. (I was thinking, “Not that you’re anything to write home about as a catcher,” but I didn’t say anything like that, because Rollie was my friend.) It was true, though. It was best not to think about it too hard, but the fact was that. But first go and grab the rest of the wine, might find a naughty use for the bottle” she winked and I was almost running to fetch the bottle and glasses,fuck me she wants the bottle stuck up her oh fuck yes, I liked that idea, maybe I could just watch as she used it on her cunt,or even her ass, I gave her the glass of wine and watched as she drank it down,licking those lips, I followed suit and refilled both,hardly any left,no problem i had more, but she had put her glass on the bedside cabinet.