I looked at my figure again : the long legs, the curvy hips, the pretty face, my straight long hair, my bra, g string, stockings, shoes.How much time ...had just passed? Minutes? An hour?I thought about the last words Jayne said to us; If you could have your life over again what would you choose to do? What did she mean by this? In these words was there a hint of some future reprieve from being a mannequin if I made the right decision? But if I did make the right decision who would know? Why. “Haaann Saheb” she breathed helplessly, as she rotated her lush young hips up around the hard fleshy rod. The dilated lips surrounding her pink wet slit nibbled hungrily at the inflated prick, sliding moistly down the penis for several inches then working slowly back up until my curling dark pubic hair meshed with hers and the full length of me was again embedded deep in her softly heaving belly. “What? What did you say?” I insisted mercilessly, pulling my muscular loins a teasing few inches. Some blocks away from the street we were now, I believe there was a park surrounded by dark lonely streets. We found one which turned out suitable for parking there without being bothered. He tried to kiss me but my only obsession was his big piece of meat, his dick pounding in my hands as I squeezed it, with fingers wrapped around that big rod. I couldn´t resist any more and I could not help looking at him in the eye, and proceeded to do my job. His dick had a very wet head due to pre. There was no break in Fred and Debbie's conversation, no change in there motion, but Ann was positive that they had taken note of her breasts. She had never exposed herself in this way before. Now here she was talking to a naked couple, getting aroused by the sight of a strangers huge cock, fascinated by a strange woman's large breasts, feeling excited that they wanted to see her small breasts. She removed the top from her neck and dropped it.Jim saw her out of the corner of his eye. He rolled.