They looked extremely realistic. However, Josh had never touched me. The closest we had come was that first time, but he respected my wishes to remain...faithful to Larry.“You know,” I told Josh as I dressed following our most recent modeling. “You need to model for me sometime. I’d love to paint you, and I think your cock would make a great subject for one of my Brews & Brushes painting classes. What do you think?”“Let a bunch of middle-aged housewives paint pictures of my boner?” he asked. We spoke nothing in the car and I dropped her at the usual place.In the night, I sent her message that I would pick her up in the morning. I had never picked her in the morning. She replied, “Okay”.I couldn’t sleep that night as I was thinking about Reva and rolled over the bed often. My wife asked me the reason. I told her that it was due to stress in the business.I picked her up the next day and started to drive. She was wearing a long blue skirt with white tops. Her boobs were looking bigger. Am I reading too much into this? I brought a small tent and a sleeping bag, just in case." I could see the apprehension in her expression, and it was a toss-up which one of us wanted to ally her fears the fastest."Oh, I think we can fit three of us in that sleeping bag or ours," I reassured her, "unless you'd rather not. I'll warn you that if you set up your tent, both of us are gong to wear out the ground between the two. I assume that's what you were referring to?" Sarah's facial expression. ”With that, jennifer pulled off her drab dress to expose a scanty little nasty nurse outfit. She nodded over to brenda, who also pulled off her dress to reveal identical white nylon stockings, held up under an ultra short and extremely tight micro-mini skirt by a lacy white garter belt and a crisp pleated little nurse’s tunic. Grumbling about the things nurses have to do for medical science, the pair of them then slipped off their tunics and skirts to display their most beautiful little white.