She could tell that from the furtively lustful looks she got from all the men who saw her, including Helen's husband, Kent. Amanda was more confident ...nd outgoing than Helen (or just simply more of a slut, in Helen’s view), and seemed to enjoy the admiring looks she got from random men.Helen glanced over at Amanda’s rump, the two broad, toned buttocks revealed by the thong, which just sat as a black triangle between them. Her skin shone with the sun lotion she’d just applied. She’d removed her. ”Megan nodded. “I know he and Ashley are, uh, intimate but I don’t really need to see my son streaking down the hallway trying to find some clothing.”“Intimate, yes, that’s a nice term for what they are actually doing, which is screwing like bunnies!” laughed Becca. “So, what do you need to know?”“What’s the dress code for tonight? For the week, too, as long as we’re talking about it.”Becca smiled and shrugged. She sat down on the bed and slipped on one of her sandals. In doing so she showed. When she didn't say anything, he nervously added, "It isn't foolproof, but it's as close as I can make it." He blushed. "I hesitate to tell you, but in all honesty, I'll use insider information for most of my trades. I created sort of a folder of CFO's for public companies I can visit to obtain timely information that will give me reasons to buy or sell." CFO's?" Chief Financial Officers." Oh." While accumulating my horde of financial advisors, I discovered the big shots in the stock market use. Her obsession in keeping herself nice and brown was more of a defensive strategy than an attempt to secure additional male attention to her already highly desirable body.In point of fact, Cynthia was a product of generations of inbreeding and expensive finishing schools for young ladies. Her degree of composure and complete lack of visible emotion made her the perfect companion for the volatile Doreen. Although the lovely Cynthia had sexually experimented with a number of various sizes and.