What the hell, no one would care; they had plenty more to choose from, I reasoned to myself. I picked up the tempting, sexy green bottoms from the bat...hroom floor, and figuring Pam would never guess, brought them back to our bedroom.She was lying face down on the bed, her naked bottom half covered, seemingly asleep. My plan was to make her wet with my fingers before pulling the damp bikini pants up her tanned thighs, so she wouldn’t notice how soaked at the crotch they were. To my surprise, I. She brought a barstool from the kitchen and placed it in front of the dryer. She then spread the towel as order, sat on it and spread her legs. The obvious haste with which these tasks were performed made Anna smile. Yes, she was a slut. And an attractive one. Her thin waist, her large breasts, and her wide hips were alluring in the extreme.Before sitting down she lightly kissed Becca. With her face inches away from Becca’s, Anna complemented Becca. “Very well done Becca,” she said. She lowered. I checked out my makeup in the rear-view mirror and added some glossy lipstick, red of course. I had spent the better part of two hours on the makeup and it was time well spent. The false eyelashes were exceptionally long and thick and I had applied just the right amount of color to my cheekbones, which are high to begin with. I had plucked my eye brows. The wig I decided to wear was a Vegas style show girl wig, a bushy mass of platinum blonde hair that came about half way down my back. There. ” Both of us gasped and looked at each other. “How far are you with these paintings?”“Nearly finished,” I answered.“You’re working ahead.”“Is that a problem?”“In this instance, yes. This is a process project. I’ve no doubt that the pieces you are painting are excellent works of art. You both show incredible talent and as long as you both have model releases from each other, I can’t prevent you from displaying them in the end-term exhibition. But they won’t do for the final project.”“Professor,.