She felt as though she was about to fall off a tall building. How long before Joan knew of her failure? But Joan truly deserved to be punished if only... Myrna could find the strength in herself. Why was it absent? From a lifetime of empty words such were the thoughts running through Myrna's head when the phone rang.Joan flashed, "I'll bet it's Amanda," and she looked upwards at Myrna. She could see the lush swelling gourds of her beautiful plum-tipped breasts looming above the woman's thatchy. He blushed, when he realized his hard-on was standing out tent like from the front of his shorts."Okay, I'll . . . I'll get things ready to carry in," he stammeredShe grinned and walked around the truck to join Jean on her way to the house.Within twenty minutes, the load was in the house, and they were ready to start home. But as usual when they visited grandma, she insisted they take some home-canned fruit home with them, so they ended up with three large cardboard boxes. Just as they were. "Juststand spread eagle and try not to move for now."Eric dropped them to the floor as the man put some rubber gloves overhis hands and then put Eric's hair under a plasic cap and goggles onhis eyes. He then began rubbing some chemicals up and down Eric's legsbefore moving to his rear and chest, then finally coating his arms andback."Don't move and I'll be back when the timer goes off," said the man,exiting the room.After a few minutes, Eric felt tingling and odd sensations all over hisbody as. She didn’t seem remotely embarrassed that her boobs were out in front of me as she peeled off her jean shorts revealing a cute yellow bikini thong. She sat on the edge of her chair and began to rub the tanning oil all over her front, arms and legs quickly. I tried my best not to stare at her, mouth gaping open but as time went on with more silence it started to feel like I should make a joke.“I would’ve thought you’re g-strings only after last night” I said jokingly. “Ugh, I wish. Those things.