Not until you've finished what you're going to say." She reached for her dressing gown. "But maybe this will make things a little easier, maybe you'll...be able to compare me with the woman in the magazine." She undid the sash. Slipped the dressing gown off her shoulders and allowed it to drop to the floor revealing her naked beauty underneath.FUCK! This was precisely what I was afraid would happen. The one thing I knew now was that any chance of my erection fading away was gone. "Er... this is a. There was an easy way to tell. My erection swaying before me, I hastenedfrom my study, walked down the hall to the bathroom, and got anotherheart-stopping shock as I saw, in the bathroom mirror, the same sightthat I'd beheld in the looking-glass mounted upon the wall in my study:I was a fucking blond!I happened to notice the mole at the right corner of my mouth. Theaccursed blemish had been a source of misery since I was old enough toname the thing. As I said, I'm a handsome cuss--false modesty. She swallowed then, her throat working the globules of seminal fluid to the back of her throat before sliding down into her gullet. Chrissie stood, water cascading from her heavy, bare breasts that were swinging slightly. A lascivious smile played over her lips as she licked them clean of his residue. The shallow water came to her navel, distorting the view of her lower half. It had been sheer torture for him. Chrissie, it was now abundantly clear, was an expert on. “Can we get the check please?”I figured that was it. Amanda had had enough of the little game. We got back to the house and instead of heading to Jamie’s place, she was walking to my door. Over her shoulder she asked “If I stay over tonight, is she going to show up at 2 in the morning again?” I was shocked.“No. I told her I was going out with you tonight.” I said confused.“Good.” She said as I let her inside. I followed her up the stairs and into the bedroom. She seemed upset with me. She.