Your pussy is already wet again. At least you don't have to hide a hard on any more.You pick up the top. It's nice and big. There is plenty of room to...put it on and tie the front. It has laces that tie up the front and you pull it good and tight. Suddenly you feel your chest. Something you've never really been all that aware of. Your nipples are tingling and pushing against the silky top.The top is shrinking. It's getting tighter. You scramble to loosen the laces, but your fingers aren't. "I haven't seen you for... must be six or seven months now! Too long, pal. Old friends ought to get together every now and again, if for nothing more than to swap lies!" He slapped the table and laughed uproariously, as if he thought he'd said something extremely funny. Then he turned his attention on Sue. "This your new missus? Little young for you, isn't she?" he asked, winking slyly at Hub. "Pretty tough. Real pretty girl. Introduce us, man, where's your manners?" Jack Barker; Sue Fletcher,". I lifted the dress just below the mound looked at her face as I used my hand on her.Whenever I get my hand near her mound she would push her head upward and lift her chest.I did this for some time and when I was satisfied I slowly lifted the dress and there was surprise waiting for me. First she had no underwear on she had no any hair on her pussy.Then I worked on her ribs then tummy and finally it was time for the area near the pussy. I squeezed tube again and this time lot of cream came out. I'd seen lots of comparable nudes on the Internet, although not lately. The stark clarity of the lighting, the unsubtle quality of the nudity, the almost-clinical exposition of the model's sexual parts, combined to remind me immediately of how perversely exciting such photography could be.But, my God! When you knew the model. When you've spoken to her, danced with her, admired her. The level of excitement is magnified enormously!And there could be no doubt. This was no look-alike. It was.