I laughed, nervously. "Yeah. She's perfect." I said. I recall that phrase completely. I was dismissed and my publisher and the model agent began a lon...g conversation, which was not concluded when I left for the evening three hours later. That night I could think of nothing else than Rebecca. The photograph of her, naked, stuck in my mind. She was perfect. She was beautiful. She was me. I'm not quite sure how my mental processes worked that evening (as I have already said, I tend to overlook the. ” By now my hands had found my way to her back, where I was prepared to sneak in a little squeeze. Instead, upon hearing her confession, I gently encircled the back of her neck with my hands and whispered back, “I've got a thing for you.” She cooed softly and nuzzled my neck. She hugged me tightly; her hard nipples now firmly pressed into my chest. We are about the same height, about 6 feet tall, and she moved back and forth across my chest. I swear she was trying to line up our nipples. He crammed his finger all the way up her ass hole and she just kept leaning forward, with her skirt draped over his wrist, her flesh soaking up his finger. 'Well, well, well," he said, "you're quite a skier yourself, baby. I think we might be able to learn a little something from each other." He pulled his goosing digit out from between Susan's willing flesh slopes."Yeah," said Susan, turning around and unbuttoning her blouse, "I think I might like taking lessons from a pro like you, Ralph.". When my husband, Brad, mentioned the party the previous week my first reaction was, ‘Do we have to?’ ‘Yes Ally, this is important to me.’ ‘But who will look after the kids?’ ‘I have checked and Stephanie next door is free on Saturday.’ ‘But they are too young to be left with an eighteen year old.’ ‘They are five and seven, Ally. Any rate Stephanie’s mother will be home if there is an issue.’ ‘Ok,’ I pouted, ‘But I have so much to do. The merger at work and there is a school meeting next Tuesday.