Maybe she should blame her depravity on the whiskey she'd been drinking in quiet shots all morning. Certainly it was not like her at all to behave so ...obscenely. Now that she was getting her head back together, her ability to resist depravity was sure to strengthen.So she helped her parents bring their things in. Her mother chattered on and on, though, about all the traveling they had been doing for the last few weeks -- her father had taken a month's vacation from the plant he owned that made. I was not there so she called me to discuss it. I begged her not to do it but she said I was just jealous and should be more proud of her. With much reluctance, and some favors promised, I finally consented.Afterwards I heard the details. Apparently, modeling the first outfit was going as expected, but when one of her co-workers offered $100 to the charity if she modeled the other outfits without the under garments, she gave in to pressure from the crowd and agreed to lose the bra and thong for. “So...Tell me.” She came very, very close; pressing her chest to my own. “You ever been with a girl before?”“Uhm,” I said, sweating. “No.”“Hm. How bout a boy?” she asked.“Nope,” I said, smiling a bit. After the ice was broken, she was surprisingly easy to talk to.“Noone? At all?”“Not as far as I know,” I said smiling. She laughed a little. “Well, I guess then that you don’t have anything.”“Any what?”“You know, those nasty diseases.” She wrinkled her face.“Oh! Oh, yeah, no. Definitely not. But,. Sure enough after a few munits had past her unexpected lay came to the table and sat down next to her, Smiling he told her that his car was just around the back in the employee parking lot. Being the perfict gentleman he waited for Jane to procede him but only because he wanted a close look at her backside.What he saw made his mouth water and his heart quicken like a bongo droped off the top of a sky sc****r. Dashing out into the driving rain he couldent help but admire the way Jane's boobs.