Yes, watching a woman smoking was always a turn onbut dang, she was old enough to be my grandmother. When I got home, Itook out the pack of Kent Gold...n Lights 100's I had stolen from my mom'scarton in the refrigerator. I had had my first ever cigarette six daysago and now the pack was practically empty. I just knew I had to go andpurchase my first pack from the enchantress I had seen today, the More120's goddess. I had always had my heart set on making my first packVirginia Slims, they're so. He following story is created for a very, inspiring, lets say, friend.. It does build up to a very rewarding ending, I just wanted to build up some tension before that, trying to describe a few of the many things that'd be going through my head in this scenario :) I do hope you enjoy it and get at least half as horny as I've gotten writing and thinking about it, over and over again >. Usually he would have seen two very attractive, slim, mid twenties women, one about five ten with short dark hair and large brown eyes, the other around five four, honey blond, green eyes and an impish face, but today all he saw were two drowned rats. They stood wet through and shivering, hands held out to the fire, hair plastered to their skulls, dripping rainwater, and looking thoroughly miserable. They each took a towel with a grateful smile and a whispered ‘thank you’ and, as women. Jutting out through the thin fabric.On the front of the shirt was the slogan: "God! I Wish These Were Brains!"Vonda gaped at the shirt. "You ... don't expect me to wear this in public?!"I nodded. "Right now. Let's go." I grabbed her hand, and lead her out the front door.By the time we reached the elevator, Vonda had recovered from the shock. She hunched over, and put her arms over the words on the shirt."Oh. no you don't!" I exclaimed. "Shoulders back. Clasp your hands behind your back."Vonda.