I didn’t know what to say, or do, so I decided on, “Let me look at you again. I don’t think I’ve seen you in a dress since Jill’s wedding.”
She quickly wriggled out from under me and when she stood a few feet away, smoothing down her dress with a look of child-like excitement I could feel my eyes welling-up. She was like a little puppy anxious for approval, to my eyes a really sexy little puppy, but I didn’t give her the complement she expected ... and deserved — it was still all about me: with the sight of her standing there in front of me, wanting my approval, I could feel the juices start to build in me again. “I just don’t get this, Annabelle, why am I always so f*****g horny ... jeez, I’m constantly f*****g soaked.”
Her sparkling excitement changed into an encouraging smile, “So be
