I just meant that Playboy pictures would show more. Like you wouldn’t have a shirt on at all. I mean you have a shirt on here and you still look fuc...ing hot and your tits look incredible but dudes would want to see them and Playboy probably would to if this was for an audition or something.”Annie leaned towards me looking down at the picture I was talking about.“Well yeah and not all of them have the shirt on but this is one that does,” she said defensively. “I told you I have a bunch more.”“OK. It was cold, and snow covered the ground. Rebel troops held a high stone wall, their guns pointed down at an army of blue-clad Federal forces. Eight thousand men were butchered on that hill; in fifteen separate charges, not one Union soldier reached the crest. Thirty yards from the Confederate line, the mangled body of a Union officer lay in the snow, his arms clutching the battle standard, and his blood poured out on the frozen ground. One hundred and thirty years later, his death, and the. I slowly rubbed my clit, every now and then sliding a finger inside.My breathing became heavy, and my legs were starting to shake when a shadow fell on my face.I looked up with a start. There were three men standing around me, watching. All three had their cocks out and were slowly wanking as they watched my fingers playing.I really should have stopped and covered myself up, but watching them playing with their hard cocks so close to me just made me even hornier.I carried on, sliding a couple. Debbie was between Julie’s legs and stroking as if she was a man. This was a surprise to me until I realized that there was a belt around her hips and two others coming up between her legs to the rear of the belt. She was wearing a strap-on. By the length of the stroke, it must have been quite a big one. Julie was groaning continuously, swinging her head from side to side. Debbie’s tits were in direct contact with Julie’s and it was obvious that Debbie was moving in such a way that her tits.