. ? It's your life!"I thought about it. Why was this woman doing this? That would be really something--actually getting to know a woman like that. Was...there any danger in going along with this? I could take care of myself."Why?" I finally asked, wondering why she would do something like that."You like her looks, don't you?" I mean, why do you want to do this?" I have a deal for you." I was even more intrigued. "Come talk to me outside."Outside, I waited for her. She didn't beat around the bush.. Just be responsible and follow the consent and STI testing rules.”“I will,” I said firmly. “And birth control!”“Obviously! Is there anything she said that really concerns you?”“No, because what she’s saying just doesn’t fit how I behave. And it’s not like my brothers and sisters are going to be in the kinds of situations she was talking about. Stephie is going to marry Nicholas, Matthew is going to marry Chelsea, and Albert is going to marry Jane.”“I thought they were already married!”I. In normal circumstances, Rachel would be writhing in pleasure about now. She actually liked her breast to be treated quite roughly. It was a sure fire trigger to get her aroused. “Okay buster, that’s far enough.” She said, using as stern a voice as possible. She tried to rise up again, but was pushed back by the invisible force. The button of her jeans flew open and her blouse was pulled down, trapping her arms. She felt a hand reach behind her neck to pull her up. The collar of the blouse was. Around her waist sits one of those small pouches that I’ve always known as a “fanny pack”. I remember back to days gone by when I served with a volunteer first-aid corps. We had similar pouches to carry our necessary supplies while patrolling the ski slopes of the local mountains. Hers brings back the memories.Slim? Svelte? Not even close. She passed that point about eighty pounds ago, yet there’s something about her body that intrigues my senses. Maybe it’s the way her hips roll. Maybe it’s.