'Why do you shave?' asked one sweaty fat guy, the manner in which he asked leaving no doubt about his fascination for my crotch, 'Because it makes it ...ook ten years younger', I replied, emboldened by the warm feeling swilling around my belly, the whiskey was loosening my tongue, and my inhibitions, by equal measures.I enjoyed this part, getting to know the pervs, strutting my stuff, being as dirty as my photos, now in their cameras, which they guarded as living proof of my existence. I always. "Uh, not exactly," Brock said. "I was thinking along other lines." I started my period this morning so that would just be gross," Meredith told him. It was far more information than he wanted. "Did she tell you about the scene she was shooting?"Brock had returned to his culinary duties but shrugged."She said the scene had Tiffany running her hands over her and kissing her," he said. "She looked like crap. I didn't know she was working last night. I thought she'd been out to a club or. ''Hey sis,'' I said, as I opened the door.''Hey, what are you up to?''''Nothing much, just having a drink. Wanna join me?'' I said with a cheeky grin''Well, yeah sure why not. I havent had one in a while, sounds fun,'' she said with a wink.So she went on in and I filled her up a pint glass of vodka and coke, went back into the living room and plopped down on the couch beside her. When I handed her the drink I caught a flash of her tits and my cock started to go hard straight away. She seemed to. She said no it hurt too bad to move. So I told her I had to look under the bed to see how I could get it undone. I squatted down in front of her. She was still dressed in her night gown and it was pulled up over one shoulder. She was supporting her weight with her right arm and could not move much. I laid down on my back and slipped back under the bed. Her left breast was hanging just inches from my face.I said "Mrs. Ham I'm going to have to touch your breast. I have to move it to the side..