” Then he remembered what a pilot friend of his had once said, “Flying is 90 percent boredom and ten percent terror.” He grinned ruefully and th...ught, “That almost goes for farming, too, except it’s only 80 percent boredom, because there’s 10 percent frustration if you survive terror.” He looked across the field toward his house. “And there’s a lot of walking involved, too,” he thought. As he trudged across the field, careful to step over the freshly raked rows, he heard a car horn from out on. A female waitress in a bikini top and denim hot pants brought over a bottle of wine at Jodie’s bidding. As I looked around, I saw that there was a number of supermodel wannabees walking around in their underwear. I tugged in Jodie’s arm and pointed to one of them. “Haven’t you ever been here before?” she asked earnestly. “It’s a lap-dancing club. The girls in knickers all work here. They’ll take you into the back and give you a private dance. Every so often one of them will get up and dance on. Her eyes grew large again. “You want me to… get nakedfor you?” “And put on a little bit of a show,” I added.Lindsay was speechless. “I could still go to thepolice,” I said. She realised I was being serious andwithout uttering another word she gave in, and startedunbuttoning her shirt. “Don’t forget the show,” I said,and Lindsay started swaying her hips a little. I couldfeel my cock stirring.Lindsay looked at me and started dancing like. Her breasts had grown full and firm, easily filling out her lace bras which always just peaked over the top of her semi-low cut t-shirts. Her large chest narrowed down to a slim waist before going out to form her wide hips and her incredible ass. And I don't just mean incredible, I mean perfect. Like a one-thousand-squats-per-day-for-ten-years perfect. Her tight fitting jean cut-offs just accented her large butt and made it seem even better. Finally, her long, toned legs and beach tan completed.