It wasn’t much of a striptease as I was pantie-less as well, but I made sure that Angela had a good view of all my assets before I was done strippin....“Next! Your turn, Angela.”She got up, cautiously looking around to make sure no one was watching. She copied my style, throwing off her top. More coyly she stepped out of her shorts. This time it was my eyes that were glued to her body.At last, we both stretched out in the sun in all our naked glory! Drinking and chatting about how we wanted to. No! Gotto stop thinking like that...but then again...Mrs. Taylor said itdidn't bother her, but it does me. It's not her bottom and he is sooobig down there. Still, I don't want anyone to put his thingy into mypussy...what if they found out...but Bobby knows I'm really aboy...Gosh! I shouldn't even be thinking this stuff...what's the matterwith me. Maybe when we have our nightly talk, I'll discuss it with Mrs.Taylor."ooo"Ooohhhhh, these new white short shorts are the dreamiest with theirpleated. “ Oddly enough, John got turned on by that and they made him take care of himself again before we’d be going through the hotel lobby. Blondie watched the whole time and I think was getting turned on herself by the whole thing. Once John finished, they walked to their car and pulled our clothes out of the trunk and stood behind us, waiting. I finally got up enough nerve and started walking followed by John and the girls. I walked in the lobby and luckily there wasn’t anybody in there. I kept. You'll write books and they'll hound you for the rest of your life. I'll walk down the street and have to wait in line for a table. That's the price you'll have to pay for your success." Billionaire, I like the sound of that. I think we can do it. I keep looking for the flaw and I can't find it." Ten years to work our asses off and then the rest to figure out how to live well."The next few months flew by. I made it home to Orlando to see Mom, Dad and the grandparents. I took my dad out and.