I looked like I'd been dressingthis way for years, not months.Girls clothes didn't seem to go in for pockets, I'm not sure pants thistight could have ...it them even if the designers had tried. So I dugout a medium sized purse I'd bought a few weeks ago and dumped walled,keys, and phone in it, and headed for the door, it was going to betight timing even if I hurried. I locked my front door behind me andfroze. Dark nailed fingers holding my key, poised where I'd pulled itfrom the lock in my. "I'm not wearing a bikini," she saidfirmly. "It's not like I've got the figure for it, either." She rubbedher belly without being conscious of the action.Erica looked surprised for a moment. "Nonsense! You've got a greatfigure, and you're _not_ showing yet! Much." Yeah," Linda agreed. "The diet you're on is keeping you looking good." Besides," Erica added, "you've got a better figure than some of thegirls I've seen wearing thongs!"Linda laughed. "I'm sorry, but I'm trying to picture you. But first I want you to know that I will never do anything behind my husband's back. I will not trouble you with this medical history and so we will let that lie." She closed the door and walked to my table where she fished a small holder and a candle out of her purse. She lit the candle and then turned off the light in the room. I stood rooted to the spot, unable even to speak. I was too fascinated by the events unfolding in front of my eyes. She looked around the room, searching for. Julie, unaware of the events only five minutes earlier, offered a devilish grin and throaty groan as she kissed me deeply and pushed her hips into my obviously hardening penis. "Appetizer? For me?" she inquired as she held her hips firmly against mine and squirmed slightly. I was with Julie, feeling her body and looking into her eyes, but my mind was still playing the vision of Mandy's beauty. I decided to go with the moment hoping to avoid any appearance of distraction thereby arousing her.