Of course it was only tit-for-tat. She had seen him naked earlier that evening. He was the leader of the ‘Stripping Fireman’ that her friends had ...ired for her hen night. She had specifically asked them all not to organise any strippers and to keep it all clean. After the meal in the hotel they retired to a private room; all fifteen of them, work colleagues, family and close friends. As they sat down with a drink the door opened and five firemen walked in. The leader walked up to her and told. As he moved around the pool, he noticed something move. He looked up. It was Carmyn observing him from Stacy's bedroom window. John blushed. He smiled brightly and waved at her. She snorted her nose and frowned before closing the curtains. John was left confused with his hand in mid-air from his wave. He looked down at his attire. Did she not like what I'm wearing? Or is it my hair? Maybe I shouldn't have waved? John was at a lost for words, but he continued to clean the pool as a million. I told you he was a regular, right? Well, he was a regular because I'd do the kind of shit he wanted, which was schoolgirl and teacher. I'd dress up in little-girl clothes, like I was maybe eight or nine, and call him 'Mr. Golden' in a real high, whiny voice, and sometimes he'd have me flounce around a little. And he'd tell me to suck his cock, and I'd say things like 'oh, Mr. Golden, my mommy said I shouldn't do that.' And I always shaved or got a wax—you know, my snatch—before I went to my. There is nothing I can say that you would not believe." You bastard!" blurted Megan indignantly, "You know how gullible I am, why do you always trick me like this?" Come on Meg, lighten up. You love a good joke even more than I do." Well I suppose it was a good one. The French, how did even I fall for that one?" Because you will believe anything. Believe me, even I was surprised you fell for that one. Love the hair by the way." Aw thanks," beamed Megan. "You were right I do love it. I can't.