When i reached the car,even though it wasn’t quite far,my shirt was dripping wet. I wore a white shirt neatly tucked in my black skirt, that finishe... just below my knees. The wet shirt clinged on to my round breasts,which were not that big but sufficient enough to fit my slim and short stature at five feet six. My skin wasn’t that fair but i had the complete Indian skin. Almost all the guys back at work had a soft corner for me, i enjoyed the attention. But none of them were successful enough. ''One moment please while I get out my camouflage.'Looking in his wife's eyes, he said, "I'm sorry baby, but I have to take this one. I'll make it short, I promise." Opening the cell phone, he said, "Yes?"'Sorry for the subterfuge, but I'm sitting at lunch with my wife and she knows me inside out. Having a conversation without a communication device would have raised questions we don't want to answer at this point. Go ahead, but make it short please.''Of course, Mr. President. As of one hour. Also I am a 24/7 facility. More than a few of the male were directly or indirectly hitting on me and I think some of the females were also, but that was a stretch. It was amazing to see some of them workout clothing. Men wearing tight shorts that it showed the bulges and in some cases their balls or wrestling singlets with the same effect Wearing tight yoga that shows camel toe with tight tops or crop tops both usually bra less with lots off nipple showing and if the crop top girls bend over. Understandably, Donna Howell was weary. Add the facts that she had slept restlessly the previous night, had left much later than anticipated, was now traveling over an unfamiliar road, and it was not hard to understand that the blonde schoolteacher was slightly irritable as well.It was an exhausted Donna Howell who finally stumbled into the lobby of the Ahwahnee Hotel, inquired about her family, and dutifully followed the bag-toting bell captain across the terrace, over a rough-hewn bridge, and.