I was definitely admiring her tanned, slim body andI felt a hard on coming, so I tried to think of something else. "Did you havefun on the computer?"... "Oh, I had a ball! I had to tear myself away from it.I found some very interesting things there, Sweetheart!" She said, coyly. Iwasn't sure what she was referring to. I wondered if she was talking aboutthe Net or maybe she had found those pictures I had retouched. "Nah," Ithought, she wouldn't be able to find that. She started off by. Jessica then removed her white bra as so did her sister Jamie. Jamie asked, "Okay whats next?'"Okay, lay on the bed horizontally and get comfortable so we can get started."Jamie lay on the bed comfortably and waited. Jessica began to remove her panties. She then attached the strap on around her hips and strapped it securely around her waist. It fitted nicely and how it was supposed to along with the size. Jamie shouldnt have any trouble. Jamie then took off her panties and smiled at her. The day of the buxom burlesque queen, or even the natural-breasted cornfed honeys of the 1970s, is long past. If you like back, at best you might get the occasional black dancer with some booty, but the white girls all shop in the petite section.Don't get me wrong, I admire a gal like that as a sort of architectural construction. They're certainly young and sort of beautiful, and that's what strip clubs hire for. And I'm impressed to see one of them hoist her 108 pounds up onto the pole, flip. Like father, like daughter. I'll still grab one of them and stay up most of the night reading it for the twenty-first time once in a while.I was 9 or 10 when I went into Daddy's office, looking for something to read. That was the day I discovered that Heinlein wasn't only a writer of kids' stories. The first book I came across was "Time Enough for Love." It started me on a completely new Heinlein journey.I'd read "Methuselah's Children" many, many times. The main character in the book was.