She was tempted, there in the bookstore, to slide her fingers down between her soft blonde loins and start to work out on her clitoris. It would seem ...nly natural. After all, she was turned on, she had the pictures, why not just go ahead and masturbate herself on the floor of the adult bookstore. "Oh, God," she murmured, because a particularly erotic fantasy had crept into her brain and taken over where her thinking left off.A group of men, all of whom wore heavy brown overcoats, pulled at her. What blew me away the most were her ample features, wonderful thighs and those legs; she was blessed with the most unblemished skin imaginable. She had a skin that contained her rather than wrapped around her; a skin that announced her body to whoever set eyes on it and its utmost perfection.Emily was happy in her skin and I was happy watching her and clicking away; capturing her erotic form on digital media.I was surprised when she opened her eyes and looked at me. I shouldn’t have been. I. On reaching it, she grasped the covers and pulled them off in a single fast sweep."Hey!" Jim yelped, then fixed her with a determined gaze. "Time for you to learn not to do that to the Jimbo!" he told her severely, before grabbing her, hauling her onto the bed and holding her down.Jim began tickling Denise, concentrating under the short ribs, then holding one foot and tickling there. Denise was in fits, giggling laughing, and finally begging him to stop.He let her go, and the two of them. It was the afternoon of the christmas party a week before christmas, as per normal on a Friday a few of us went to the local pub at lunchtime for a meal and a couple of drinks but some had an extra drink or two and when we arrived back at work after an extended lunch hour started to become very silly, Jane was only a young thing of 16, too young to have been drinking but she still had three large glasses of wine in the pub and Denise and her was playing truth or dare in my office, Jane did a.