”“They’ve known you for nine years, ” she blurted. “That’s just a ridiculous claim.”“No, it’s really not. They know more about my hi...tory. You know more about who I am as a person. I’ve grown a lot this summer and no one else really knows that. They see flashes of it and it takes them by surprise. You just smile and it’s no big deal because you know me. If something stupid like that were to happen again, you’d stop and think about it and then you’d come talk to me because you know you can trust. ”“I could ... um ... come over this evening and work on it a while. Then when we get up in the morning, I could just paint behind you while you play,” she said.“That would be ... Joan? Did you just invite yourself to spend the night with me?” She blushed. “I’d like that a lot.”She wanted more colors than in the original artwork and said she’d stop by Home Depot on the way over. We told the rest of the girlfriends what we had in mind and both of us got kissed soundly. Nanette lingered with her. The shower was huge I thought as she pushed me in and turned on the water. We stand groping and kissing under the cascade of water soaking our naked bodies. She stepped out of the shower returning seconds later with the biggest vibrator I have ever seen. Not giving me much time to react she pushed me against the wall pushing this large thick vibrator into my dripping hot pussy. Our hot bodies glistening with water writhing against each all slippery which she made better by covering us both in. “Life works in a mysterious way” as the saying goes; after only working as a translator in Paris for a year, a friend dared her to send a small portfolio of her pictures to a glossy magazine and so she inadvertently ended up being a successful Page 3 model. A row ensued with her employers over the inappropriate “Page 3 affair” and she resigned. A year later she had teamed up with a rather hard working and even harder playing French couple who supported her in setting up an upscale escort.