" Are you sorry for that?" No, I'll have to take it. There's not much I can do about it, is there?" I guess not. I would love to see them though, plea...se."She looked at me for a while."Oh, all right then. But you'll have to raise my nightie by yourself, I don't want to let go of this *big* pee-pee," she giggled.I smiled at this and eagerly I sat up and raised her nightie up and she lifted her chin so I could tuck it in under it and then I lay back again, looking at the two small breasts that was. It’s my all-time favorite.” She added, “I saw the bike and just had to stop and look at it. It’s cherry.”Dave chuckled and gestured for her to join him. “Care to join me? I haven’t even ordered yet; my treat.”“Yeah, sure,” the blonde said. She came through the small gate and sat beside him.Dave said, “My wife wrote the book Road Trip. She and some other close friends managed to buy the bike when Sony Pictures decided they weren’t going to keep it.”“No way. Your wife has a funny name. I read the. I called her name a few times untilshe opened her eyes, then snapped the picture. When Ireviewed it, it looked like she was awake, just showingoff her goodies for the camera. I slipped the nightgownI had brought down with me over her head and helped herup to the room. To cap the evening off, I took off the nightgown oncein the room, laid her spread out face up on the bed,opened the curtains, turned on all the lights, and wentoutside to take a few more pictures. A guy came bywhile I was taking. Being sober she'd never do it, it was a spur of the moment thing. It rang for a minute and then was answered by a tentative voice."Hello?" said a male voice, just as she'd figured it would be."Hi there, I'm calling about this advert you placed, wanting a model?" she purred, well at least she tried. She might just as well have slurred, being a little inebriated."Oh right…yes I'm still looking, you interested?" he said a little disjointedly, clearly not used to dealing with people, or perhaps she.