"I need to get a little more comfortable first," she said. In fact, her comfort had nothing to do with it. Andrea had a superb body and she was excite... by the thought of so many women admiring it. She unzipped and removed her skirt and pulled off her pink camisole with the lacy trim. Under it she wore nothing. Her upturned B-cup breasts needed no bra."Do you like my tits?" she asked Courtney."Yes," Courtney said. "They're perfect."By this time a number of curious women were listening. "Come. I'm the only one in the family who does, except for Mom, of course." I thought both your folks were artists," Alex said. "You said they both teach art." Dad teaches Art History. He doesn't draw or paint. Anyway, I started real early, and Mom always encouraged me, helped me."I asked, "What did you do for models?" I've done a lot of still life, a lot of landscape. There was a time when I only drew sports cars. If I wanted to do life studies, I had to put up with my friends — they usually had. Her upbringing was quite normal. She was an only child but her parents had been careful not to over indulge her. Not that she had lacked for anything, but it wasn't a given that she would get what she wanted. In her mid teens she had a job as a Saturday girl in a chain store to get those little extras that girls needed.Academically she had been fairly average. Her grades hadn't been good enough for university so she had gone to technical college and taken Office and Business studies gaining. They had both windows open as they drove, the warm air rushed in, making it necessary to shout at each other.Morgan was not thrilled with the idea, she just knew it was going to be a nightmare. There were lots of undressed people at the beach, lots of kids who could be cruel in their observations. Morgan knew Tony just wanted to see her in the new bathing suit they had picked out. He had picked out three little triangles that wouldn't cover anything. She had wanted a one piece that covered.