"Both," Allison smiled. "Anyway, if you wouldn't mind staying out of the shots, we would appreciate it. We don't want to be too obtrusive; we'll work ...around you as much as possible." Oh, that's fine," Roberta told her. "Kristen here is a model herself." Really?" asked Allison delightedly. "Nude?" Sometimes," Kristen smiled. "You won't find me in many gentlemen's magazines though. Mostly I do fashion, with the occasional artistic nude photoshoot." I considered going into modeling," said Allison.. He was the first person she called when her father died - not me, but Roger. I took that in my stride because I was secure in my relation with her and did not feel that the relation was in any danger."I received a text message from him congratulating me on the joyous news. Very well, I thought I should congratulate you." I was not happy with the situation and now, i intended to make her see the true consequences of her actions."I wanted to tell you the message myself. Roger should not have sent. It was a nice evening, so the adults went outside and sat down on the porch. They were having a pleasant conversation on a wide variety of subjects and a couple of adult beverages. Finally, Chet brought up a new subject.“I got a question to ask you,” said Chet.“Go ahead and ask,” said Kari.“You have lived here for about a year, correct?” Kevin said yes. “Over the last couple days, as we were going around town, doing errands, we have noticed ... nude people in stores and walking down streets,”. I mean shit, wow!" He was sitting sideways in a long, expensive dark-blue car. The door was open and he rubbed his crotch while he spoke. His body was huge, even in a sitting position. His black skin was like ebony against the whiteness of the car's interior. Huge, corded muscles bulged in his shoulders, arms and legs beneath the overly tight clothes that covered his big frame.She glanced up and down the Street. It was deserted. She looked at his body again. This was as good a time as any, she.