In her senior year, something had changed. She had found herself increasingly discontent with her life. She had decided to take a year off before goin...g to college, which her parents had felt might do her good. Then she had decided not to go to college, which had pissed her parents off to no end. But Torrie didn’t care. She just couldn’t see herself going the academic route anymore. But she had taken up sculpture in high school, where she had learned to weld. So she figured she could get. That's when Justin took off his shirt.He's a bit younger than I am, maybe by six or seven years. And I somehow never perceived him as handsome or physically impressive. Until he took off that shirt.He had tanned muscles in all the right places. His shoulders were wide and his belly tight as a drum. I loved how ropes of muscle rolled beneath the skin of his back. And I sure appreciated his buns, tightly packed in faded denim.Even his rugged face looked way more attractive than I remembered.I. In the office that Friday I was hardly able to keep my mind on my work, and on the Saturday morning bought some new lingerie in town. By the time the evening came I was again in a state of anticipation and excitement.I arrived at the studio early; John was there and one or two others from Thursday. I was greeted with relief. John said that there would only be five of them tonight, all of them known to me, the other two were unable to make it, their wives having got them booked on other things.. In fact, he couldn't remember the last time Jen wore stockings and a garter belt. Last year, for his birthday? He felt a twinge of jealousy watching Jen get dressed for Gerard, but he was excited too.The doorbell rang and Michael's heart skipped a beat. It was Gerard. Michael saw apprehension in Jen's face. He walked into the bedroom and lightly caressed his wife's shoulders. "It's Gerard. Excited?"Jen looked into her husband's eyes. "Are you sure you're okay with this?" I know I am. Are you?".