She knew he enjoyed the view. After we finished working Renee brought us a couple beers. She sat on the stairs right in front us. While Brian and I st...od in front of her, we were all talking. I knew I had to do something to get this going, so I pointed out to Brian at the view we were getting of her small lace panties. Brian commented that he wouldn't mind seeing more! Renee smirked devilishly and opened her legs a little more and said is this better... We both could clearly see her panties. "Especially me. I won't pretend it was my choice to be like this, but Ialso won't pretend I'm not a better person for doing so. I think it'shelped me understand myself a lot better, not to mention women as agroup. I tell you, I'll never complain again about how long it takes agirl to go to the bathroom, or about having to leave the seat down."He smiled as I giggled at my own joke, then kissed me on the forehead.God, how I wish I'd tilted my head up just then!"Thank you Alexis, that really. For now, James could control himself. But for how long, he didn’t know. Ana had finished her lab assignment and was now doodling again. Secretly staring at James, she studied the curve of his chin and lips, the soft texture of his hair, then reciprocated it onto the paper. Deep down, Ana wanted to be an artist. She loved art and had a natural gift for drawing, but her parents scorned it. To them, a starving artist was not a profession admirable. And so Ana had given up all hopes of ever having. The reason's simple, I was a hooker when I first met Michael. I wasn't a confirmed prostitute or anything, I was just trying to put myself through college and having sex with military guys was an easy way to do it. When I'd met Michael though, all thoughts of money and college went right out of my head. We started living together and got married 4 months later. But ever since we were married I've tried to act respectable and if the truth be known, I have been trying to live down my hooker past.