I put on my sneakers and went to get a tennis racket from the building close by. When I came back, Loesje was dressed and the boys also were wearing s...orts. Looking around me, I saw that most people were wearing clothes on the fields. I could only see one couple playing tennis in the nude and that was it. I found it a little strange to be honest.The boys looked at me and Jeroen asked, "Don't you have anything to wear with you?" No," I said. "I just want to play in the nude. How often do you get. She would have collapsed, except for the walls of flesh that surrounded her. Margo was held upright by the bodies of her spouses and lovers, clustered around her almost claustrophobically, most of their moist and fragrant crotches at the same height as her head, surrounding her with the smells of sex so strongly that when she finally became coherent again those smells were the only part of her orgasm that she could remember.She wasn't awake for long after that. She drifted off to sleep. And let me tell yousomething, Joe: If it meant never having to worry about money again, sure,I'd be a trophy wife. I'd love it."Joe laughed, and I laughed too. We both knew it was just idle talk. Iwasn't gay, and I'd never felt like I should have been born a woman oranything like that. But I was insanely jealous of those women on TV. I didwant that life, even if I would have had to be a woman to have it.Somebody must have heard what I'd said. I don't know if it was somebodynear us at the bar or. Ms. Cameron stood behind her and whispered in her ear. ‘You have such a beautiful body. Look at how hard your future husband’s dick is as you stand here, nearly naked before him. He’s anticipating your warm wet lips engulfing his thick shaft.’ The surrogate took the rubber band out of Rebecca’s ponytail and smoothed her shoulder-length wavy hair. She ran her hands down the younger woman’s shoulders, down her arms, until her fingers came to rest on the naked flesh of Rebecca’s belly between the.