"Shit! Shit! Shit!" You exclaim, and rush to the door and open it quickly. Standing before you is a beautiful brunette of average height. Her hair is ...plastered over her face thanks to the driving rain. Your attention however is caught by the tight and wet top she is wearing, which is revealing the fact that she is rather busty.Realising you have been staring at her chest for a fraction too long you open the door wider to allow her indoors. "Hi I'm John. You must be Rachel, come on in!"Rachel. When she was with Bobby in bed she was happier than at almost any other time."And if you want to have more babies, you can," said Sally. "I know I'm going to. I'm going to have as many as I can!" Let's not get ahead of ourselves here," cautioned Mavis. "Bobby may have something to say about this." Bobby loves us all," said Sally firmly. "We talked last night, in bed." She didn't blush at her admission, which she would have before. Her self confidence was as high as it had ever been in her life.. On stage a very attractive blond was giving the crowd a tour of her fantastic body. About ten minutes before the contest started, an announcement was made asking all contestants to go back stage. The ladies left us and were escorted through a door marked "private".The contest began with the first of twenty contestants. The first contestant was not as attractive or polished as the pro dancers that preceded the contest. I figured her to be a tourist based on her inexperience and slightly older. I squeezed a glob of sunscreen from the tube and liberally applied it over my torso, arms and legs. Brenda playfully splashed in the surf and then planted herself on to the beach, the waves lapping at her waist. She flipped on to her stomach and looked in my direction. “Come on!” she yelled. “This is great!” I strolled into the surf until I was about waist deep. A wave crashed into me and suddenly I was neck deep. I made my way back to a safer depth as Brenda laughed. “Been a while since you.