" And aren't you glad? Especially when I stick in. Hey, give me that." Really, you don't have to grab. Why would anybody pose for a picture like that?..." You didn't look at her face. If she wants people to look at her picture, it's not going to be a picture of her face." Do I look like that?" No, doll. You have a perfectly beautiful face." You know what I mean." I do, but I don't. Does your face look like mine? We both have two eyes, two ears, one nose; but vive les differences." I think that. She told me she was and asked me to bring her a glass of wine.I brought the wine up and sat on a chair next to the bath. She took a big gulp. I could see that she had tiny scratches on both her knees and a small graze on one. She saw me looking and told me there was nothing to worry about. She said “I just needed to get into a bath quickly because………”She explained that Christine hadn't turned up for golf and when she rang her Christine had written the wrong date in her diary. Sarah was talking. ..yes,just like that... A small pert nose... Sexy creamy smoothskin... Very long silky strawberry blonde hair... Longtapering fingers... Full sensuous lips... Shapely slenderlegs leading up to a round, firm ass... The image seemed tohold its form in his mind with no conscious effort on hispart, leaving him free to fantasize and edit each tiny detailwithout trying to hold the entire picture in his head.Finally he seemed satisfied with his fantasy woman and couldthink of no way to further improve. She felt me up eagerly, getting a rise out of my nipples. She explored every square inch of my breasts with her fingertips, rubbing under my arms, squeezing my breasts together, and eventually tasting them with her hungry red lips.I made her pause for a minute so she could undress. I wanted to see her naked. I wanted her to experience the feeling of having another woman lustily looking at her body.She was not shy at first as she removed her dress. Standing in her pink bra and panties, she was.