They were firm, your nipples were a perfect size, and it was all I could do not to grab you and suck on them. Before I even had the chance to get clos... enough to touch you, you were running back to the beach. By the time I caught up this time, you already had your thong back on. I was lucky enough to learn you wore thongs, so that was something I could confirm from my daily jack off sessions, but I didn't even get a glimpse of your pussy, so whether you shaved or trimmed remained a mystery. I. "Are you Barbi?" she shyly asked in a high sexy voice. I could tell she wasabout to die of embarrassment. I looked her up and down, not really likingwhat I saw. She had on jeans, what could only be Jimmy's, and a pullover sothick as to hide what curves she might have underneath. I looked at her feetonly to see some sandles that were too big. Her hair was a mess, no makeup,and she looked like a frightened animal. All in all, I thought she could'vedone better."I'm Barbi. Who are you?" I wondered. "Wrapping Allan's arm in a plastic bag was easy then Tracey slowly stripped him naked, watching his stiff cock bounce out of his underwear, giving it a gentle kiss before getting naked herself and pushing him into the shower. With bodywash in the palm of her hand she cupped his balls and gently squeezed before moving to his rigid penis, pubic hair and butt. Opening his firm cheeks she slipped a soapy finger inside his tight anus, adding more soap until it was completely clean. Bending forward. I wish my motives were as pure as you act like they are," she laughed.Several people dropped by my office during the day as word worked around. Lot of smiles. Lot of congratulations. And naturally, several 'you'll be sorry's' and 'what are you thinking's'. But that's just guys. I knew many of their wives and I knew that one of the 'you'll be sorry' bunch was happily married with a kid in high school and one in middle school.Lunch was the sandwich shop around the corner. That was the plan. A.