His sharp intake of breath and soft moan relaxed her slightly but his barely audible ‘God, you are beautiful!’ set her completely at ease.‘Sorry...it’s not much to look at.’ she said looking down at her body and he laughed softly as he took her in his arms and kissed her gently.‘You are the most beautiful person I have ever set eyes on.’‘Huh!’ she snorted with feigned annoyance. ‘Get off with you! You’re only saying that so you can get into my knickers!’He stepped back slightly and with equally. However, seeing the reality in the flesh was like someone digging you in the ribs during a tense moment in a horror film; you know the reality, but you still jump. I knew the reality, but still, words like cheat and slut flew through my brain, along with anger at the pair of them.What has taken nearly two hundred words to describe, flicked through my head in less than a fraction of a second. If anyone was watching me, I doubt they would have noticed the hesitation as I entered the room.Nicola. She arrived with a large red ribbon around her waist and another one crossing her body in a vertical direction, passing from one shoulder between her breasts and between her legs, and then back up again behind her back. At the point where the two ribbons crossed, there was an elaborate bow, just like on a gift parcel. Cathy really looked like a large walking, breathing present as she stood next to Helen at the top of the poker table."This is tonight's main prize," Helen resumed her discourse.. I’m glad. For once I can wear my tightest pants and my most plunging vest without the worry of guys drooling over me. OK, I admit it, I like it one way. I know you go home and wank yourself thinking about our tight little bodies. I know how you fantasize about us, when we’re on the cycling machine. Well yeah, when my pussy is rubbing on the saddle and there’s all that testosterone about – of course I’m going to get wet. We girls, we get all sweaty in the gym. It’s nice to have a hot, steamy.