Until someone said the magic words... "wanna bet?" so myface lit up and I was happy to make a proposal.So I told to my friend Melissa "If Holland wins...I want to see you in areally small miniskirt for a whole day next time we are all together"You see as an architect she has a really butch dressing style, shealways wears heavy work boots and jeans also flannel shirts and thatkind of stuff, she's really pretty and has great legs or so I'm toldbecause I have never seen them and of course I want. Your brother's more than welcome to first shot at the little slut, just make sure that my grandson here, Jackson, wee Jackie, gets seconds." He turned serious for a second. "And it won't be sloppy seconds, your slut Lizzie had better see to that. Doris is her daughter after all and it's only right that she cleans her up." Don't worry," responded James Wilson with a grin. "My bitch knows what's good for her."If Donald Graves could have seen into the lounge room of James and Elizabeth Wilson's. "Mmm Jeff, that feels good. Do you like my outfit? I bought it especially for you," Susan murmured. "I thought it would turn you... Arrgghh Jeffrey! There is a man across the street looking at me. Let me close the curtains!" As Susan tried to move toward the window, Jeff put both arms around her, stopping her in her tracks. "He is looking at you because you are beautiful. Let's not hide your gorgeous body. Give him a thrill. Besides, nobody in this town knows you," Jeff told her. With that,. However, but it turned out there would be a familiar face in one of the classes; Cecilia's friend Suzanne Foster. Although Suzanne already had been at the university for a year and a half as an art major, she had not yet taken life drawing, which was an art department requirement. So, this time around it would be Suzanne's turn to study his body in detail and render it to paper.Suzanne enjoyed looking at Jason's body and thought about various photography projects she night want to try with him.