The fantasy that I thought was impossible had just happened. And it was way better than I could have imagined. The little bits of her body didn't do j...stice to her nude...just perfect...little breast that were shaped SO perfect, and a small but very shapely ass. The taste of her and how she felt as I went down on her...how it felt when I slid inside her and the look on that beautiful face...Yeah, I was pretty well stunned. Not just by that, but by my own emotions and those that Anna was. He'd picked up the receiver on many occasions, but felt guilty and ended up calling Susan instead."Hi," he said when the phone was answered, "Is Rachel there?" It's me, hi John." Hi." I'm glad you called back."They got the chit-chat out of the way quickly, and spent over half an hour catching up on a fortnights worth of news. But the whole time John sensed that there was something in Rachel's voice."Rac, what's wrong?" Nothing." She answered too quickly for John's liking. "Nothing's wrong, what. She smiled. "Would you make love to me that often if it were required?" She asked, nuzzling his neck.He looked down at her pretty green eyes and her lustrous hair, and her lovely figure, and smelled her strong scent of cinnamon. "Even though it would mean a large change to my lifestyle, I would certainly try."She nodded soberly. "A large change, hmm?"He grinned lopsidedly. "Yes, but I can cut back to that, it won't hurt me much."She laughed and poked his ribs with a fingernail. "Cut back?" She. Out of the corners of her eyes, she saw Shawn glance up. His eyes lingered on her breasts. Ricky and Mark glanced up every so often, too, but they were nowhere near as discreet in ogling her breasts as Shawn was. She was dressed in nothing but her leopard- skin bathrobe, tied at the waist and open at the neck. Her chest was bare, showing off the upper part of her tits."What's hypothermia?" Ricky mumbled, his mouth full of pancake, syrup dripping from his chin.Mark and Shawn both looked at Ricky.