“This is Azia.”“Hey, Azia! I’m Jarrod.”“Thanks for letting me stay here,” beamed the effeminate dude.“So, Azia,” Amber started. “Y...u’ll be sleeping on the couch. It pulls out into a bed. You can put your bags in this closet.”“Got it! Do you mind if I take a shower real quick. Being on the bus for a whole twenty-four hours has me feeling icky,”“Sure. First door on the left.”Jarrod and Amber dug into the burgers. Amber informed him that she had picked up an overtime shift tonight at the hospital. Doing what? I blurted out. Oh, modeling, of course, she replied nonchalantly. Harry couldn’t hold back at that point, and took over the story from there. It seemed that, when Rachel lived with him, Harry put together a pretty decent portfolio of his best photographs of her and sent them out to several modeling agencies. Within weeks, he was getting calls about her, and soon they were off to New York City. Rachel wowed the agency people, and she breezed through her auditions. She had bookings. "Who was I to refuse her? I replaced the hymn book and straightened my pants as best as I could. Looking up towards the front I noticed the preacher was glancing in our direction. He had a look of concern on his face. He must have seen Susan sit up. Her red face and spaced out look must have looked like she was sick. I nodded politely and helped Susan stand up as a noticeable smell waffled through the air, the smell of wet pussy. The older man in front of us spun around in his seat and sniffed. I tell her, " i love a woman who matches her bar and her panties." She smiled as i drop to my knees in front of her and begin to slide down her panties. I get her panties to about her knees and she stops me. I ask her whats wrong, and she says she isnt ready for me to see her vagina yet. I tell her, well its a little late now babe, i am already seeing it, and i really love the way it looks. She really does have a cute pussy. It is shaved bald, with maybe a couple of days worth of stubble. .