He looked great in jeans and hiking boots. “How long do you think we'll be here?” she asked and looked toward the door of the house. It was close... and her best friend and his best friend were inside arguing. The truck sat in the driveway with a canopy of tree branches above them. The light from the westering sun was faltering and darkness loomed in the shadows and corners. She could hear a breathy anticipation building in him. “No telling,” he said. “She was pretty pissed when he went to the. Holding the hem against her chest with her chin, she cups and caresses her breasts through her bra, tugging on her hard nipples, then runs her hands over her firm and sexy belly. She rubbed the front of her panties again before apparently deciding she can’t wait any longer and starts pushing her panties down.‘Fuck she’s sexy,’ Banana Slug says.‘You been saying that for years,’ Butternuts says.‘Am I lying?’‘Hell no you’re not lying,’ Penis Wrinkle answers. ‘It’s just too bad she only wants me. "You looked so peaceful, I didn't have the heart to disturb you." I wouldn't have minded," she said as she hugged him. "I was looking forward to helping you." I'm sorry, baby," he said."It's alright," she said, giving him a loving kiss. "Can you use my help now?" Sure. You can help me decide where to put these," he said as he handed her a box. She saw that it contained posters, and was surprised to see what was on them."Do I see the Beatles on these?" she asked."Yep, why do you ask?" I LOVE. It didn’t go unnoticed. He watched her, seemingly indifferent. She made herself busy cleaning the bar, mopping up the evening’s spills. He watched her as if he were watching a shooting gallery duck going back and forth. Daphne knew he was watching as she was keeping her eye on him as well. He was tall, six one, sitting there in a blue-stripe shirt, open collar, and black slacks. His short-cropped, brown hair graying at the sides marked him for being closer to fifty than forty. She wasn’t aware.