“That was hot!” I exclaimed, almost forgetting that this was art.“You should be good to take it off now.” she advised.I pulled the mold awa..., looking at her pussy rather than the gel. When I did check the mold it was a nicely formed “negative pussy”. “Looks like we got it.” I told her.I stood up and placed the mold on the workbench, then looked back, checking that she hadn’t moved. “Let me get you something to wipe off with.”I took a hand towel from near the sink and let some warm. I mentioned this to the organiser he smiled and winked saying,"The cocktails work very well getting the girls ready, our special recipe insures that."Just then the doors opened and about eight guys came in all looking quite similar, athletic dark. I looked over towards Kaz she was holding Gina's hand and they were both giggling. The guys split up each choosing a different girls. The orgainer told us we could go over or just sit down and watch. I walked over towards Kaz. A guy stood behind her. One afternoon I was there alone sort of waiting to see if Kay our mail lady was going to stop by and Hazel pulled in. She hadn't been by for a few days and I was actually glad to see her. She hadn't been there long when I noticed she was showing a whole bunch of cleavage. She still had a bra of sorts on but she was really bulging out of it. I tried not to gape but damn she's got some bubbas on her. I made some smart crack in fun and Hazel asked if she could sit out in the sun. I of course. She had even pulled the duvet cover over herself as she had begun to have some creepy thoughts that it might be a ghost or spirit. She had made some soft sounds and tossed her arms back to clutch the bed posts as she held her breathing as normal as possible. At any rate, she wondered if this was really real or not, and if so just who it was. Jackie didn't think anyone would have believed her in any case, but she determined she would ‘go with the flow’ even if it did have some affects on her. .