"To startwith, I need someone to help keep the shop clean and tidy. A bit ofdusting and vacuuming before we open. Making sure all the racks ofclothes ...re neat and orderly. That we have sufficient stock laid out ondisplay. And every so often to help with stocktaking." She lookedinquiringly at me. I didn't know what to say. It certainly had not beenthe sort of job I had in mind. "Think about it and let me know nextweek," said Pauline. "There is another thing to mention," she went on."Recently I. They look like perky grapefruits, a good solid handful, just enough. My butt is even better, almost perfectly round, can't hold it all in two hands. It's very soft, but still firm as a tomato. It fits just right in anything I wear, shorts, short shorts, skirts, pants, jeans, but my favorite is panties and bikinis.Lately I find myself really attracted to myself. I'm always looking at myself in the mirror, but I only look at my body. I'm what you could call a girl next door. My facial features. Minutes later my t-shirt drops to the floor with assistance from your hands, while I am kissing my way from your breasts to your navel, inner thighs, with both of us breathing hard in excitement and anticipation.We lay together naked with arms wrapped around each another, kissing so passionately as skin touches skin and my cock throbs underneath you.Gentle moans start to fill the room alongside the music, the kissing stops while my hands caress your butt, your own hand sliding down my torso and. "Sophia returned to her cabin and got ready for the middle-aged Ensign Jones. She liked him the least of the five officers because he had a wicked tongue on him. Well, wicked in the sense that he never seemed willing to pass along a complement but always found a way to criticize any minor fault in his whiny hypocritical way. She made sure her rear portal was well-lubricated and that she was wearing the boy's trousers he seemed so fond of seeing her wear. She had to leave the buttons open in.