"I'm modeling my old underwear," she said, a smile in her voice."I love anything you want to show me," I breathed. I loved looking at her body any way... she was willing to let me see it. Discomfort growing in my pants; time now to commit, I undid my belt.She came to me, a wonderful hug, a rare, open-mouthed kiss, my tongue exploiting the precious chance to explore her lips, her teeth. "You smell good," she said as I squirmed out of my shirt. "I'm glad. You smell good too, you feel so smooth, so. Not that she had lacked for anything, but it wasn’t a given that she would get what she wanted. In her mid teens she had a job as a Saturday girl in a chain store to get those little extras that girls needed. Academically she had been fairly average. Her grades hadn’t been good enough for university so she had gone to technical college and taken Office and Business studies gaining both her certificate and diploma. It was at college that she realised her greatest asset was her ability to engage. I really love her. Only, is it love or is it sexual lust? Do I want to marry her or do I just want to fuck her? I don't know. Sex gets in the way of my thoughts. All I think about is her naked. She's so damn pretty. I love everything about her, the way she talks, the way she walks, even the way she sneezes and blows her nose. She's so cute I could just eat her and I really want to eat her if I could.Alas, there's no way we can have her. There's no way she'd lift up her skirt, pull down her. That player will get three points and you will get one.” She looked quickly at all three of us. I suspected that she wasn't going to choose me because she…. “I pick Eric,” she said I was going to say, because she sees my ass all the time. Eric stood up, and turned around. We all heard him up unbuckling his belt, pants, and then heard the zipper go down. Down went the pants. It was actually pretty funny, both Paul and myself leaned back in our chairs when he bared his ass, but Debbie leaned a.