Doing that wasn’t committing to posting it, after all. Before she lost her nerve, she posted the first two on the costume thread on the forum. By th... time she refreshed the thread – less than a minute later – there were already three replies saying how stunning she looked, and they just kept coming. Naturally, several were asking for more, even though a couple of pictures had already been deleted by the moderators for going a bit too far. Riding on the wave of praise, she posted the third. I was getting a feeling but had no intentions at that time. She came with water and sat next to me. I winked at her and asked what’s the matter.She smiled and said nothing just wanted to meet. We started talking to each other and she started the topic that she wants to have sex but she is a bit nervous as never did before. She wanted to enjoy the same but wanted a trust. I assured her that this would be a secret relationship between us. I took her hand and started the conversation. I implanted. You just don’t agree with it. Do you know I was told that a Formula One racing car costs an average of forty million dollars? And they last about one race, maybe two. If you consider that, having your commitment for five years for a mere twenty-five million is cheap.”“Aston Martin doesn’t do Formula One. But we’ve established I’m a whore, so let’s move on.”Caroline smiled and topped up my glass of diet Coke. She keeps a few cans in her private fridge, just for me. I had a view of a painting on. ” Sara said. “So you just stripped off and walked around? Why?” I just shrugged my shoulders. We sat there in the middle of the field quietly for a while, smoked some cigarettes and talked about whatever, it was as though the whole nude thing was forgotten until Sara suddenly said, “OK, do it again.” “Do what?” “Do the nude thing again.” Thinking I might have opportunity here I quickly said, “Only if you do too.” And without hesitating Sara said, “Sure.”I stood up, flipped off my shoes, pulled.