" Oh Mr. Washington, that's fantastic! When could we do it?" Well we'll need at least three hours for a proper shoot. If you wanted to use my studio w... could do it tomorrow, how's that?" Well is there any chance you could take outdoor shots? I've always thought that being dressed up, yet outside in nature, was way sexy."I thought about her request and the beginning of a plan emerged. "Well I guess that would be alright. How about we drive down to Lake San Antonio, that's always been a favorite. Michelle was a varsity basketball player. I was the cool guy from Seattle. She had the tightest body. I had a good build because I played hoops everyday after school and, believe it or not, tag. I guess you could say there wasn't much to do where I lived. As fate would have it she was staying at her aunt's for the weekend. Lucky break since her aunt lived only 5 minutes away. It was almost perfect. Almost. The only downer was her tag-along cousin, Sarah. She wasn't bad looking...She was. This was all my fault. Everything that happened was my fault. My sistercompared me to Robert Oppenheimer. That was not accurate. He HAD to buildthe Bomb, he was trying to win a war, what the hell had I been trying todo other than please my own self centered ego?When my plate of eggs, hash browns pancakes and bacon and toast came, Ipushed it away. I was not hungry any more. All I could do was look out onthe dining room full of truckers, families and other travelers and thinkabout what I in my. I think so.”“OK. Why don't you and Helen strip and have a quick dip? I'll get another round of beers.”When I came back with four beers, an extra one because I expected Irmeli home at any minute, there was a pile of clothes beside the pool and two naked bodies splashing in the water.“OK. Come and get your beers.”Helen got out straight away; she and I are often naked in each others presence and in the presence of other sex partners.“Come on Lyn. If you want him to fuck you, you'll have to get.