We also get our first look at her flat belly and her white briefs. She folds the blouse over and places it with the skirt on the back of the seat.Slim...rather than skinny. Healthy. Fair skinned rather than pale. She strokes blonde hair from her face and smiles again. Looking over at the dog, making a quiet little kissing/clicking noise. Trying to make contact. He just looks at her, mouth open in a smile, tail stump wagging – then looks at his owner, a look that says, “I fuck her?” as clearly as. The only other lounge chair was there. She looked me over and I could see her make a decision. She turned away and took off her button blouse, she was wearing just a thin cotton halter over her small breasts. Then she slid her shorts off too. As a precaution she said. ‘I’m not implying any permission here, just pretend I’m wearing a swimming suit.’ ‘Okay, no problem. My name is Kyle Brown. In the interests of the brevity we have apparently agreed upon, call me Kyle.’ She was wearing plain white. ”Things were going as planned. She was embarrassed, but wasn’t able to react or object. We had to take full advantage of the situation till the effect of the drug lasted. I challenged Ashwini.”Ok – you remove her blouse and bra and see for yourself.”My wife immediately reacted – “What the hell – what are you guys doing??” But I said – “No darling it is challenge. I know for sure that your breasts are far more beautiful and firm that this actress. We must show the breasts for a correct. Alright im done, HEY why did you start it without me? i dont know she said getting up from the recliner how about we go unpack my stuff instead?umm ok i guess.. when we got into her room she closed the door and handed me a box.put those into my dresser please.allright i said walking to the closet (who puts a dresser in the closet?) when i opened the box i found nothing but panties and bras, hey sydney whitch draw.... i stopped mid sentence as i looked back at her.um syd where is your shirt?...