I stood on my tip-toesand brought my arms up, running them through my thick, luxurious hair.My gut now hung over my pussy, though I didn't really have...a FUPA (fatupper-pussy area...hehehe, I can't believe I get to have a pussy!);instead, it sort of ran together in one big curve, leading from aroundmy belly button down to my delicate, flowering womanhood. Smiling, Irealized that I had become a "peach-shape" woman; baby, I gave newmeaning to "peach-shaped"! I must've been the biggest, ripest. Wouldn’t mind having a woman or two involved. So I did it. I set out to fulfill my life long sexual fantasy. It still makes me wet just thinking about it.My first mission was to gather my “men”. For my fantasy I would need eight men or women to make me feel good. I opted out using any friends or acquaintances, as I didn’t want to be familiar with anyone - anonymity was essential. So as I continued my normal social routines, I kept an eye open for potentials. I even got “lucky” one night, when I. I really couldn’t see myself ever doing that. I think Bernie was a bit disappointed at my rejection of it.Bernie came home and said he had been ***********ed at do a high level training course with his work. He had to go interstate and it would be for two weeks. He was very excited as it meant a promotion and a higher salary. The night before he left we had sex three times. He said it was to tide me over for the two weeks of getting none. He thought I couldn’t go two weeks with no sex. I wasn’t. Angel felt very happy for her, but also a little sad that Emi was going to be so far away. Angel would have gone with her, but she knew that the Everglades shoot was in the way. Angel spent the next 2 days just knocking around the condo and walking on the beach. That was one thing she enjoyed about modeling, once you got a little success under your belt, you could pick and choose what you wanted to do so your free time was better and more frequent. Since the shoot was only about 45 miles away,.