I dreamed of seeing a girl pose for real, but knew I could never get up the nerve to do it. I looked longingly at the photos in Escort magazine of Aun...y Jayne's amateur photo seminars, with a few lucky balding blokes grouped round with their cameras watching Miss Donna Ambrose pose topless. I knew I could never do that, because just looking at Her photos in Escort or Peaches magazines made me cum in my pants, so there was no way I could hold it seeing Her pose for real, and everyone was bound. So, we decided to invite our families and a few friends along to join us. Of course, I also extended the invitation to Keith out of courtesy even if I really did not want to. The place belongs to him after all.Fifteen minutes later, I was waiting in front of the house by the car, grumbling silently in my mind about how women take too long to get ready, even though they were the ones who wake up the earliest. Leaning against the back of my car, I was distracted by a sound near me. Turning my. Michael's storyI couldn't take my eyes off her in the hotel, she was gorgeous, I knew she was thirty one but she looked like a woman of twenty one, she was one of those women who just oozed sexuality. She knew she was beautiful of course, but it was obvious that she didn't have to try to turn heads, she wore the minimum of make up and her clothes, while expensive, were understated rather than the opposite.I sat enthralled as she told me about her life and her lovers and quite unashamedly. Then I heard a whirring as she suddenly slumped. Even as I saw the light go out in her eyes I heard the whirring slow then almost stop. Now it was barely audible.Yawning I suddenly realized that I was more tired than I had at first thought. Laying down I was asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow._____________________________________Well over three hundred kilometers away Timur cursed when the signal he'd finally found faded.Ruslan looked up at Timur's cursing. "What is the problem Timur?".