He was tall, I guessed about 20 cm taller than my new body. Hewas wearing garments that seemed a leather shirt and leather hose. Hewas roasting a sort...of animal leg he hunted, looked like a bird. It wasquite improbable that he was still having his lunch so late in thatday. It was more likely that he, somehow, found out about my presencein the forest and lit that fire to attract me.I left the woods and looked at him and he looked back, saying somethingin alanguage I wasn't aware of. I used some. And in the art world, people pride themselves on ignoring odd personal lives; such things are irrelevant. What I did was quite tame by comparison to some of them. I didn't get a chance to answer, though; Roger spoke first. "Of course, you can't afford the exposure, either. What's more, there will be no trouble with the jury; I have the whole thing on tape, even the part about you rejecting the release word." John started looking concerned. "But there's more. While you were busy, I had a look in. When Heather got out of the car, she ran right up to Angie and hugged her tight and then kissed her on the lips. It’s the type of kiss and hug, you generally don’t see cousins do. Then she introduced me to Angie as a friend from work.Angie, as I found out, was 42, 5’4, maybe 125 pounds soaking wet. She had on cut off jeans that were pretty short, and a blue blouse. Her tits were about the same size as Heathers. Great ass I may add, and something I could grab on to anytime. She had a great tan. She gave a gasp and soft moaning sound. Her grip over my crotch also tightened further and she wanted to see my cock. But in the meantime, there was a knock on my door and I asked who it is. Somebody replied that it is Anitha.I asked Gita to pack up and go and come the next day early so that we can study without any interruption. She nodded and went up to the door and opened it. There was Anitha standing with notebook and pen in the hand. She too was a grown up girl dressed in midi and T shirt,.