She told me that it could never happen. I took out the one picture of Mrs. Brown and Mr. Olson that I had put in my backpack separate from the others ...nd laid it on the table. Mrs. Brown asked where I got it. I told her I found it but that I thought she was gorgeous and that she turned me on. Her eyes kept going from me back to the picture. She asked me what I intended to do with the picture. I told her it depended on what she wanted me to do with it. She said fine. Grabbed the picture and ran. Ronnie ended the song and I stepped up.“OK everyone, it’s time. Please take a seat, if you moved the chairs around, try to get them back close to where they were. The kids are nervous to get hitched and do some serious legal consummating!”Everyone laughed and soon the chairs were back in rows and the guests were all seated. I moved my mic from the center front stage back about ten feet to make room for the minister, the bride and the groom. I waved for the minister to come to the stage and when. No book and no bedside lamp with which to disturb the other three girls, so she was left with a walk down to the kitchen for a drink. She slipped on a pair of shorts. While she didn’t expect anyone at that hour, there were twenty four people scattered all over the house, and just a nightshirt wasn’t going to be enough. The door made the slightest creak as she tugged it open another inch to allow her body through. “Ana?”“Carla?”“What’s up?”“Can’t sleep. Going to take a walk,”“Wait up. I’ll come. I kept teasing her, flirting, telling her how the guys will be all over her, wanting to spend the night with her. When I said that, she clearly blushed but I am sure that she liked the idea. I was very hard looking at her, rubbing myself between typing. I told her how sexy she was in her dress and that she had a lucky hubby, to which she just smiled and said he really wasn’t interested. I told her how I would take her out in that dress and show her off, except that I wouldn’t want her to wear a.