Trouble erupted between Amy and Suzanne during the third week of shooting. After a while it seemed to Amy that Suzanne was taking the same pictures ov...r and over. She did not see the point of taking any more and became irritated with Suzanne’s constant tinkering with the lighting. She wanted to spend the hot summer evenings outside, not working out. Suzanne was becoming increasingly convinced that Amy was not putting all of her effort into the workouts. It showed in the pictures. Her muscles. "Its ok Jaimie, you're a beautiful girl." She reassured me. But I was speechless. I wasn't sure about stripping in front of my best friend. I wasn't sure how innocent, or freaky, this was going to be. I could tell she was beginning to get frustrated that I wasn't speaking or moving. "Here, let me." she said as she hopped off the bed and walked over to me. "Janet, I don't know," I said to her, a little frightened. "It's ok, we'll go slow," she whispered to me as she held me from behind. I closed. ." God looked around quickly and sighed, "heck that will be happening down there." Valentine's Day? But that's less than four days from now." Exasperated, Cupid nodded, taking his arrow back from God. He noticed a smudge on the tip, a fingerprint that had to have come from the big man. He reached out without thinking, grabbed the nearest cloth, and started polishing the grease off the tip."Excuse me!" The voice boomed from everywhere and almost made Cupid deaf. He glanced up and saw he was. I am sitting back in the couch, she is straddling me and I know she feels my bulge on her wet cunt through our clothes. My left hand is on the small on her back supporting her slightly. My right hand is gently squeezing her firm C-cup pyramids. Back and forth, back and forth. Let me be clear, I have no intention of making love to this horny angel tonight, but I can't resist a few moments caressing this stunning body before I fuck this drunken slut the way I'm sure she is craving and probably.