"When Ginger stripped off her shirt, Kathy's jaw dropped. The golden tan was all over her body — there was no hint of a bra mark. Kathy thought her ...olden breasts were the most beautiful things she had ever seen. The only spots of color were her beautiful small coral-pink nipples, which were, in fact, engorged.Kathy stammered, "Ginger, you are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. My God, if I looked like you I don't think I would ever wear clothes." Kathy was relaxing now, so she grinned. The sight of you reaching your climax arouses me even more. Letting go of my labia, I use the fingers of my left hand to stimulate my clitoris while I slip my middle finger into my vagina, trying not to obstruct the flow of pee, although some of it is getting over my hands. You have your eyes closed, your body wet and glistening with my pee. I can feel the flow starting to slow, and I make sure the last of it goes over your little pale breasts and dark nipples. As the flow slows, I slip a. ” When it dawned on me who she was talking about, I was stunned. He had said that he’d get someone to call, but I didn’t think it would ever happen. She had an accent that I couldn’t place; Italian maybe? “Hello? Are you still there?”“Yes. Yes, I am.” I stuttered.“Michael asked me to phone you? The agency?” She had that annoying inflexion where everything was a question.“Yes. Yes, he mentioned it,” I said, still in a state of shock, “where are you calling from?”“Australia.”“You don’t. I got to eat simple hors d'oeuvres like crackers and cheese, barbeques, buffets, off of a' la carte menus, and nouveau cuisine dishes (although I still don't see what anyone wants with a tastefully- (is that a pun, although I believe it may more likely be an oxymoron) / artfully-arranged bit of rabbit food, instead of a whole plate of edible food).I had even gotten to race my car in some street drags, as well as a sanctioned street race, the local Police Department had closed off some roads.