"If it was you how would you do go about it? Would you strip right in front of him?"She shakes her head no. "I'd probably sit on the sofa. Like this,"...she says as she sits down on the soft velvet surface of the oriental style settee. She's now completely into the part. And as she does she lets the black lace bra that she'd been holding to her breasts fall. I pick up my camera."What is she thinking as he watches her?" I ask."She's a little bit afraid. Nervous. But excited too," my young beauty. As I stepped outside, Ben came around the corner of his yard from his morning run. His face was flushed and he was sweating. I know some women wouldn't find that attractive, but I did.Ben used a small towel to wipe sweat from his face and I noticed that his silk running shorts clung to his muscular legs and displayed a large package. Well, to be truthful, Ben was so blessed he couldn't hide his goodies, not even in his jeans. The man, apparently, had everything in that department to please any. I'd been at work, part of herplanning for she'd not wanted me to find her."Rum do this, Helen love." My voice felt light and tight, with no depthto it. What little breeze there was kept pushing lengths of ebony hairacross my face. "Some catwomanwitch has done this to me and now I don'tknow what to do."Squatting down, so the dress's hem crumpled on the wet grass, I brushedmy fingers over her name. She had always been so calm and quietlycompetent, but even Helen would have been stumped by this. She then takes two steps back and pulls her one-piece,ornate dress down over her large breasts exposing the large, dark brownnipples to the air where they instantly pucker. My sudden apathy givesway to pure lust as my hands reach out to fondle them."Is this what you like?" she inquires. Still unable to form words I nodmy head excitedly. This woman then pulls the fabric over a large,pregnant belly forcing the dress to stretch and compress into the skin.Funny, that belly wasn't there a moment.