I guessed that my head looking away from them gave them the confidence to stop and stare.I was especially happy when a couple of university looking gu...s stopped and stared at me. I even managed to take a couple of photographs of them as they stared at my pussy and talked about how cute and wet it looked and how I don’t have any ‘flaps’ as they called my inner labia.By then I was pushing my pubic bone down to the ground as much as I could, but then I had an idea. Giving up on my phone I dropped. That gave me an idea. I could try out one of our newest products. It was the microphone that I had invented. It was the size of a button which I put in a side pocket in her purse. I had it connected to the wireless receiver/recorder that I invented. It would record for a distance of up to a mile.I put the recorder in the corner of the trunk of her car under a blanket. It would record for up to eight hours so I put it in her car as she was getting ready to go out. I did have a remote start for. After it finished downloading, I opened the picture and gasped out loud. The picture was from the neck down, of a topless woman in a red thong. I gulped, those breasts were beautiful and she was wearing a sexy belly-button ring. My face felt flush, I had to admit it, I was a little shaky. I had never felt like this about another woman. MissPeaches: ?Well puta, what do you say now? Do you think I?m sexy??My hands were shaking, I was so glad she couldn?t see my reaction, trying to regain. Emily gets a feeling of well being communicated, an indication thatFred is all right, just resting from his concussion. She doesn't knowhow the word concussion got into her head. She inspects him and helooks fine, breathing evenly.She looks at the rest of the place, a living room, kitchen and diningroom. No windows. She recognizes it as a copy of the set from an oldsituation comedy she watched on that cable channel.There is a door which leads to a large white room with a window, or asort of.