Is five-seven the most confident size for a girl? They were all within half an inch of that, and similar light-to-medium build; in shape, and with tit..., looks and confidence. Perhaps it was some weird kind of challenge for him, to try and bring them down?“You’re pretty freaking open about it,” grinned Camille. We all knew what ‘it’ was.“You have to decide what you want and go for it,” smiled Zann. “Wanna try it?”“I never have...”“Isn’t that a reason to?”“I don’t know.”There was a momentary. I called up and said I was going out for petrol and Donna said “Ok”.After a few more minutes of small talk the men put their coffees on the floor and Tony approached Donna saying how pretty she looked, she knew the patter unknowing to the men she used this approach before. Tony sat on the floor in front of her and she smiled at him as Jack was asking how long we’d lived here, rubbish talk.Tony knelt up in front of Donna and put his hand on her knee, she smiled and parted her knees slightly, and. He just had to walk into the gallery at a bad (or good, insisted part of her mind) time. Martin, her fiancé, was away on a long trip, covering the meeting of G-8 Finance ministers in Tokyo and she was feeling the emptiness of her sex life rather acutely that afternoon. She was appraising slides of Polynesian masks, with her office darkened and the ferocious features began to look rather erotic. Try as she might, she could not will the feeling away. She began to feel the heat in her loins. “How was your weekend?” I asked, ignoring her words.“Pretty good,” she said offhandedly.“Good food?”“Yes,” she said, nodding. “They have a great chef and-”“Good wine?” I cut her off.“Their selection is-”“Good company?” Again, I cut it short.“You know the girls, they-”“Good orgasms?”There was a longer pause this time. Once again, I could almost see her thoughts whirling as she tried to work out what – if anything – I knew. It was almost as if her face was a screen on which those thoughts were.