"Back seats are more comfortable my dear." Amanda whispered, then giggling quietly she said."Though I do believe that you are partial to straw bales?"...aking the hint, and now the ice had been broken, they moved to the back of the car. Quickly undressing, she lay back her arms outstretched to receive him.She was holding his naked torso tight against her body, as she felt her breasts crushed against his chest. His hardness brushed tantalisingly against her moist opening, making her body tremble. I would say that I liked the pattern in the blouse she was wearing, or something like that. And I took more pictures of her. I didn't try to take anything that could even remotely be thought of as sexy or anything like that. For example, one night she was sitting curled up in an easy chair with her feet under her, reading a book. She had this floor lamp that had a bowl on the top that lit up the ceiling above it. It also had a moveable arm on it with a directional reading light, and that was. I wanted to chat with him but got stuck with the middle aged pest from accounts, who after a few drinks thought he was gods gift. I was one of the few who didn't have a partner with me but each time I got close to Jake, someone would talk to me and by the time I escaped he'd disappeared to the bar in the marquee or somewhere. It was dark by the time I got almost close enough to catch his eye and join his circle. He glanced at me then looked away. I moved closer, near enough to catch him telling. That was exactly the way she wanted it, so she left both boxes blank, and looked back over at Michael.She noticed that he had glanced up from his computer, and was sad to see that he was looking at one of the baristas instead of at her. Amy looked the pretty barista up and down, and decided that her own dull brown eyes couldn't compare to the other girl's bright blue ones, so she decided to do her one better. Switching back to her profile, she typed, [Subject now has striking green eyes.].