I'm sorry, I'm on holiday, I should have..." she had began babbling nervously, he stopped her with a smile and raising his hand. "No. I'm the one who ...is sorry. I didn't mean to bother you, I thought you were someone else," his warm velvet voice drifted over her like a warm breath. "I have a friend whom I haven't seen in years; she's a model and is quite busy. At first I thought you were her," "Oh really, it was no bother," she said, as she blushed furiously. She looked into her lap, hoping he. " she replied."Well maybe, but I'm a guy and there's no way I want to do that." Do you want to use your veto then?" she asked."Hell yes!" I replied.With that she just smiled, refolded the paper and placed it back in the bowl. Swirling the papers with her finger she picked out another one."This one says French maid." she announced."Cool." I said, "I'll enjoy seeing you prance around in a French maid's uniform with stockings and everything." Wait a minute bub." she chortled. "The deal was the. "They are not sick people and those are not sickthings! Christine told me they had these magic skinsuits that wouldturn us all into beautiful girls. I really wanted to put on a suit likethat and have a fun time with everybody, and such. I've always wantedto be a pretty girl." If that's how you feel about it, no problem," Scott said calmly,having regained his composure. "Nevertheless, you need to understand wedon't want to be part of that. We were scared by those people and theirsuits." Why?". “Now your turn to soap me up, and I expect to be treated exactly the same.” She said.I followed her lead with soaping her front, I loved her tits, they weren’t huge but I love the shape and size and her nipples and areolas were as bright red as her hair. Her nipples responded to the slippery soap and made a show as the white soap suds drifted south. It made me think of ice cream with a cherry on top as her nipples began to appear through the soap. I may have spent too much time on her boobs but.