Two round cheeks like bubbles, hugged by a tight, black panties. The door to her room was cracked, and I opened them to see an exhausted Korean g...rl on top of her covers. Apparently we had worn her out; she had stripped off her shirt, shoes and bra but hadn't bothered to take off the skirt. She was lying face down on top of the covers to escape the heat, her legs just slightly apart with her face resting on her arms. The duct tape wasn't for Karen's mouth. If my girl heard her friend. After about a 20-minute drive, Chris pulled upin front of a gray house, checked the mailbox, and went inside. Sheri droveby slowly, and then headed off to find a place to change clothes. In a convenience store bathroom a mile or so down the road, she changed intoher outfit, and walked out to her car. Sheri was very conscious of her lackof panties in the short skirt, and though it was a pleasant spring evening,a chill ran over her, further accenting the fact that she was not wearing abra over. Not to be outdone, Jeff pulled me towards him and gave me another hot kiss. They each began pulling me to them as they continued to assault my lips. Now we were all laughing as we exchanged kiss after kiss. My heart was beating fast as I was pulled from one to the other. Our kisses were getting hotter and hotter and my tongue became the agressor as my first thoughts of actually going all the way with both of them started to take form in my mind. These thoughts filled my head as I felt a deep. I didn't mention that most of the models were not the type of women I'd consider dating. Nor did I mention the hundreds of pounds of cameras and equipment I usually schlepped around on those "glamorous" trips. He had his little fantasy of what a fashion photographer's life was like, and I didn't want to break the spell with a cold dose of reality."Listen, buddy," he said. "Let me cut to the chase. I was having lunch with Dad and one of his clients yesterday, and the subject of this guy's.