“Get it off, get it off!” she yelled. The bug (a beautiful and completely harmless Christmas beetle) dropped out of her hair and on to the towel, ...ight on top of her left breast. When she saw it she froze, she stood there petrified, then threw the towel off as if it was on fire and as it fell to the ground she stamped on it. Then she shivered, did a little shimmy-shake and frowned. She looked like she had eaten a very sour lemon. "Ughh," she said. I'm almost embarrassed to say that I was both. Jon said the guy had asked for a candidshot. Here it comes I thought. The guy wants naked pics,but no, Jon said he just wanted pics that were takenjust for him. In fact he said he didn’t want anything xor r rated. I thought about what I was wearing. I was in a pair oftight shorts and a T shirt. What the hell. I let Jontake the pic. Almost immediately the guy responded. Hethanked both of us for the picture and said how pretty Iwas. He hoped he’d get a chance to meet us. I. I guess I didn’t even see you there. Just had to get off my feet for a sec.’ She flashed her eyes at him again as she saw his gaze drop nervously to her chest once more. ‘But you’re right, line cutters are no good. Here, let me help you out.’ Keeping her eyes on his, Rachel brought the joint back to her lips and inhaled deeply. She pulled it back away and indicated teasingly with her finger for him to come closer. Brad hesitated but slowly leaned towards her face. Giving him a playful wink,. It was Jane, “I wondered if next Sunday would be suitable for my spanking?” she cooed down the phone, I swallowed “er yes that will be fine” I babbled like an idiot, “but how did you know my number”, my brain obviously still not working, of course one of our mutual friends would have supplied it. The remainder of the conversation was about what was to be allowed and we arranged a safe word so that either of us could call a halt at any stage. Sunday couldn’t come soon enough for me but I still.