She eased down onto him as James grunted. Sara bit her lip as a gentle moan could barely be heard. “My god Chelsea! Mm. No wonder you want to marry ...his man!” Sara exclaimed as she was still working on taking him into her. “You got it!” Chelsea said with a smirk. “Alright! So, if a Jack drops and Sara slaps it, she gets to stay on James. But if anyone else hits it, it'll be their turn to take on seat on my beloved. Oh, and be courteous! Wipe him off after every use!” Chelsea told them. “Kind of. But I found the wearing sexy clothes to be a major turn-on. Wearing them, at first, was so arousing that the photographers would complain that I kept soaking through the panties. I am a little better now, but I still love to wear sheer or clingy clothes.I have been in all the major catalogs, along with Victoria's Secret and Frederick's of Hollywood. I am 22 years old and raking in mounds of money. By the time I have to retire I'll be set for life. Life is good.My story begins around midnight.. When I left the café that day, something stirred deep inside me.I believe everyone around the pool could read my mind that afternoon. Mrs. Crumbly, the next door neighbor knew that I was going to make it with Jane as soon as she saw me arrive. Jane certainly knew, and Claire's shy smile told me she knew, and from the way a couple of mothers whisked their kids away before they wanted to go gave a strong indication that they knew what was on my mind.You could have cut the sexual tension with a. ? Alongside itwas a, as the label proclaimed, ?special shampoo for the bride's hair, joyand marvel of the brides.? Giggling, Erika picked up both tubes and went toher bathroom. She filled her tub and poured some of the content of the firsttube in her bath, before getting into it and using the rest to wash herself.The smell was intensely feminine, flowery and soft. Erika had no trouble imagininga bride on the morning of her wedding using those products. Unconsciously,her hands, which were busy.