"No use being modest on my account. With a body like that you should be wearing a bikini more often, or maybe nothing at all."Her mouth dropped open.I...meant that way you wouldn't get tanning lines," he added smiling."You don't like tanning lines on a woman?" she asked, her heart fluttering."Why should a woman cover up the things that most make her a woman, her most beautiful and alluring feminine assets?" Perhaps she wishes there to be some mystery. By not revealing everything, she can promote. Ms. Alsover left for the bathroom and returned with a jar of petroleum jelly. After coating her middle finger with a generous blob, she kneeled down next to Timothy and cradled his balls. Then, she ran her fingers along the rim of his butt until she reached his anus. Now, she began circling the perimeter of his anus with her greasy middle finger, smoothly following the motion of Timothy's hips as he plunged his manhood deeper and deeper into the pregnant girl. Finally, just as Timothy's dick. Angie was consulting her PDA on the Patent Application, cross referencing, making notes and getting immersed in her work. She barely noticed several men who entered what she realized was the kitchen and began preparing a meal but she did notice the older man who hurried into the kitchen making the statement,"Joe's staying for lunch" and then leading the frenzied activity that announcement caused. Her stomach growled. She realized she was hungry and it was midday. She saw the business suits. "'Sort of'? How's THAT going to work?"I explained what I was thinking of and then cajoled, wheedled, and begged until she agreed—with rights of final refusal. If she didn't like the photo she could erase it off the camera's memory card.After she stripped—excuse me, disrobed—I had her sit on the same stool we'd used for the portraits, except this time facing partially away from the camera and with her face turned even more away from the lens—you could still tell it was Beth, but only if you knew.