We won'tbe back till Sunday afternoon." "Oh," I said. "That's too bad." But Sandy'sstatement had triggered a chain of thoughts in my head. If she wasn...'t goingto be around for the weekend, that meant I had no plans. Which made mecompletely free to visit Room 6 and spend the weekend being Jean. We made itto the restaurant and put in our order. The night went well. Sandy was in agood mood and she was so talkative that she didn't seem to notice when mymind wandered off. Several times during the. .lo” mai uske blouse ke oopar se hi uske kach chaatne lagaa uski blouse kafi deep thi “tumhari blouse itni deep kyon hai” “kya hai” “matlab tumhari blouse mein itna gehraav kyon hai” “mujhe aise acche lagte hain” “aur mujhe tumhari blouse ki gende (balls) bahut acchi lagti hain….chalo apna blouse utaaro aur mujhe gendon se khelne do” “tum bahut aage bad rahe ho” “isse tum apni chori ki sazaa samaj sakti ho…aaj mai jo kehta hoon karo toh mai kissi se kuch nahin kahoonga” “blouse ke hook saamne. She was wearing New Balance running shoes I noticed. That's not all I noticed if it's any of your business.Now there are two dozen large, smelly men all over that locker room in various stages of undress, coming in and out of the showers wearing a towel or sometimes less than that, and this girl - I have no idea how old she is - is sitting there with her little tape recorder and her green note pad, licking her lips and batting her eyelashes, and saying things like, "How does it feel to be back. It felt lovely, being sleek and shiny, the oil warming her nakedness and making her slick enough to don the latex suit with ease. She took her time with that, as well, enjoying the feeling of encasing herself in a second skin, smoothing out the wrinkles carefully, checking her reflection to make sure she looked perfect. And she did. Her small, perky tits, tipped by rosy erect nipples were well displayed as was her smoothly shaved and swollen cunt. Other than that, she was covered in skin tight.