‘You and I are complete opposites, you know that? We have ab-so-fucking-lutely NOTHING in common! I think a woman should be strong, independent and ...utonomous. You want to be meek and docile and submissive and compliant.’ Cindy smiled. ‘We each know that there are BOTH types of women in the world. Just because we’ve chosen different paths doesn’t mean we have nothing in common.’ Betty gave her a quizzical look and finally nodded ‘Oh my!’ Cindy exclaimed, looking out the window. ‘What is it?’. "You still wanna see it?" He said with a smile."Yeah. Let's see what all this talk is about."Kara continued to be shocked by her own boldness. A week ago she never would have talked like this. She never would have wound up on some dirt road telling some guy she wants to see his dick.Jason unbuttoned his jeans and unzipped the fly, sliding his pants down slightly. Kara could already see the bulge from underneath his boxers. That warm feeling in her privates was starting to begin. He reached into. You look down at it for a second, then back up at me, I grin and switch it on, my shirt slipping to the side a little so that you catch a glimpse of my bra before I sit back and it drops back into place.Raising the camera, you snap off a photo.Holding your gaze, I slowly raise my knees to my chest, ankles crossed and I lean back, resting my weight on my hands.The action causes my shirt to fall open and my skirt to rise up my bare legs. I shrug my shoulders and the shirt slides teasingly down my. Mattson was a production assistant, or maybe serf or slave would be more appropriate, working his first job out of film school when the two had met and bonded on set. While Mattson had been identified as her first official boyfriend by some of the tabloids once in a while, nothing could be further from the truth.Mattson was a wonderful friend, a completely loyal confidante, and someone you wanted in your corner should it all come apart, but he was certainly not boyfriend material. Mattson was.