I could only assume that she was peeing right down there." What did you think about that?"I smiled at the thought. "At the time, it was the most amazi...g thing I had ever seen. I was a raging horn dog and a virgin to boot, so at the time it was exciting." Ok, but now, you've seen me pee all the time." Sure, the mystery is gone." I fake pouted. She just slapped my arm and then hugged it."Where is your sister's room?" This way." I lead her out of my bedroom and then turned right and to my sister's. His lips grazed over mine reverently at first and then with a hunger I had never known. I was consumed with my passion for this man; he had conquered me completely, taking control over my body, mind and soul. Our passion exploded into a white hot fire as Michael's hands roamed from my hips down to firmly cup my ass. Lifting me slightly he pulled my body against his rock hard erection. He seemed to become self-conscious and perhaps even embarrassed at just how aggressive he had been. His hands. My measurements are exactly the same as Marilyn Monroe’s, which I was ecstatic to learn! I don’t mind guys checking me out, and I appreciate when people tell me I look good. Sometimes, I like to leave my bedroom curtains open when I get dressed. I have noticed one guy who drives past my house every morning, on his way to work, and he actually slo-o-o-ws down to see if I’m naked; to see if he can catch a glance of my tits through the glass (I must admit, my tits are pretty damn good, if I do say. In half the time I would have guessed, two of the security guys were loading up the van and we were heading for Cynthia's studio.Paul and Richard, Mr. Richard's security men, were cool. We had worked together for three weeks. After hours, we had knocked back more than a few brews. I had shown them some of my pics and introduced them to a couple of the girls. Having them at my back should have been reassuring, but it was not happening. There was something different about those two today. It was.