I remember a girlfriend in college who was in thesame boat. Just wear girls jeans and a sweatshirt andwe’ll head up to Berkeley.” CHAPTER... 7“Hello girls. May I help you?” Asked the beauty storeoperator.Jack and Ray stood there looking at each other andtrying very hard not to giggle. Ray elbowed Jackwhispering, “You got us into this. Say something.”Jack spoke up. “It’s like this… you see we…”“Let me guess. You’re. At some point I affirmed that she was right about whatever she was talking about. She then put her hand on my right leg."Thank you, sugar man," she told me.She didn't remove her hand as she continued. Every so often, she'd rub up and down on my thigh. Of course I became hard. When we ordered another drink she told the bar man, "This is my sugar man."After we finished our drinks, she whispered to me, "Would you walk me home, sugar man?" I told her I would. We got up and she put out her arm for. He is lying in his usual position on the couch, facing the TV, but for some reason I don’t sit in my usual spot. I chose to sit by his feet, he instinctively lifts his legs and puts them back down on my lap as I sit. They are heavy, but the weight of them is comforting. I place my hands on his legs, one on his shin and the other on his thigh, my favorite place to touch. Well, almost. We haven’t yet spoken. We sit there in silence, and even though I am staring at the TV I have no idea what I am. I told him I would call back when I discussed this with my wife.When the k**s went to bed my wife brought up the subject of the up skirt modeling. She said she thought about it and was willing to do the shoot, if I thought the guy was OK. The following day I called back the man we will call him “Chuck” and told him that my wife was willing to model for him. He told me that all the other models refused when he told them it was up skirt to this point. We set a date and he said he wanted my wife.