Darcie Says I Miss You

Hey Guys and Gals! Remember I told you I might let you in on some of the videos we made for the guys when they travel? Well, I'll get to that in a minute. First I wanted to let you all know what's happened since we saved Skylar from the mud.

We did have our first two customers for the video business. Apparently there are other crazy women out there besides us who want to literally destroy their wedding dresses beyond recognition. The first one saw the clips from Olivia's shoot on Kellie's web site and wanted to do that same skit. Even though we'd done it before, it was still a lot of fun becoming Mona, Laurie, and Curly again plastering someone we'd just met with pies and cakes and getting plastered right back ourselves. Her name was Cindy and I could tell she was sort of trailer trashy when Kellie introduced me to her to set up the shoot. She wore a halter and what I can only describe as Hooters Girl nylon shorts, (It was 100 degrees that afternoon though. I can't blame her for not wanting to wear too much), and tattooed across her lower back was the phrase Marty's Girl, Eat Your Heart Out framed by two roses. Thank God Kellie had already told me her new husband's name was Marty.

She made a few changes from Olivia's version. First, she wanted to pick out our costumes. She was footing the bill so we didn't care. Beth, Debbie and I ended up wearing very tight tank dresses in neon blue, green and pink, respectively. She wanted the clothes-ripping cat fight in the mud, so it was a challenge to find underwear that didn't cause massive lines. We settled on thongs and lace bras. The bras still stuck out a little over the neckline and looked sort of tacky, but she seemed to like it. We found out she was really into tacky. Cindy's dress was pretty traditional, a sleeveless gown that went to the floor with a plunging neckline, but the rest of her party, including her mother, who would be in her video instead of a bridesmaid, wore fuchsia dresses with the same neckline but with very tight and very short skirts that only covered their upper thighs and showed off the tops of their thigh-high stockings with garters attached when they walked or sat down. Cindy and her mother, Barb had also planned to wear the dresses to the mud bogs and let the guys in the trucks plaster them with mud until Kellie showed her our videos.

Cindy wanted her mother to fall into the cake with her so we spun both of them around. In order to awaken them both, we took them outside and tossed them in the pond before we took off with Marty. Another change was that Cindy wanted her gown and her mom's dress ripped off in the mud pit along with our clothes. Like Olivia, they both also wore what they wore underneath to the actual wedding. Cindy wore a pink lace camisole top and skirt that tied on the sides and a thong. The top plunged like her dress's neckline. Her mom wore this wild three-piece thing with a bra, bikini panties and a waist cincher in black lace with little red and white flowers all over it. She also of course had a garter belt for those stockings I mentioned.

For the last scene, Cindy had Marty take her out on the dock. He dress was already gone and we were really in for a shock. Marty grabbed the camisole between Cindy's boobs and ripped it right down the front and she let it fall off her arms for a full topless shot before he shoved her in the water. (Hey, it's their video!) Then afterward, her mom yanked her bra and cincher off and jumped in with her. Since we weren't all friends, Beth, Debbie and I had all pulled old shorts on over our thongs right after our last scene on camera. We let our lace bras hang out, but we were all pretty shocked at Cindy and especially her mother's lax attitude about being half naked in front of strange men, or us even. That was when they floored us and yanked their bottoms off. Apparently they were a little more than closet exhibitionists. We ended up in TMI territory when they told us that being naked was nothing for them. Cindy's family was into domestic discipline and the women were usually required to strip for spankings for bad behavior. At their engagement party, Barb had gotten drunk and mouthed off to Marty. Mouthing off to a man, even your future son-in-law is considered taboo in that family situation. Marty was welcomed to the family by being allowed to strip Barb naked, spank her with a belt until she cried and then she thanked him for the lesson which she needed and deserved. Barb was sent to sit naked in a corner by Cindy's father after that to think about what she'd done. Cindy couldn't wait to tell us about enduring several naked spankings from Marty and told us we'd be the happiest we could ever be by submitting to our husbands' authority. And I thought we were strange. I like being submissive, and I certainly enjoy getting stripped down by Jim once in a while, but more for play time. We left them playing in the pond and I made sure I wasn't around when they came into Kellie's office to pick up their pictures and video.

Our second customer simply wanted to be pelted with pies by her new husband over and over. She had a much more elegant gown. It was off the shoulder, bodice-style and flowed outward, southern belle style at the bottom. It had to have been five feet wide! For the final barrage, we all decked her. She ended up covered from her hair to the hem of her dress. She kept telling us to throw harder! We had her head snapping back with each blow by the time we were done. We asked them why they just didn't set up a camera and shoot it themselves. They said this way somebody else had to make all the pies and clean up the mess. We hosed her down outside and then threw her in the pond so they could have their own gag reel. I've decided: No one shows up at my house in a wedding dress without ending up in the pond! No one's complained about it so far.

Speaking of fancy dresses in the pond, I saw Mom's gown from the wedding hanging over a lawn chair by their patio again after hearing her and Dad splashing around and giggling one night. I went over and got a closer look and noticed that it was really getting frayed and starting to lose its satiny sheen.

Mom, you can get more formals really cheap at that outlet Debbie, Beth and I shop at, I told her when I saw her again. Then I teased, I bet Dad would like the variety when he throws you in the pond.

Mom got one of those I can't believe you just said that, smiles on her face and shot back, Darcie Marie Moore-Sutton! Do I butt into you having fun with your husband?

I chuckled out a response, I just noticed that it was getting a little frayed.

Mom giggled. We could joke with each other about this sort of thing. We never told each other too much, like what I would share with my girlfriends, but ever since she'd discovered the joy of getting a good pie in the face, and several other places, we'd grown really close on the subject of wet and messy. You're right, she said, but it's probably pretty good to last for one more time and then I won't have to worry about drying or cleaning it anymore.

It took me a second to get that and I looked absolutely shocked when I did.

What? she said. You think you invented getting stripped out there in that pond? How I dress to swim is none of your business and don't think for a second that you're going to convince me to get my wedding dress out of storage and dive in. I'm saving it for Ashley since you didn't want it!

Don't knock it 'til you've tried it, Mom, I shot back, besides, Ashley doesn't want it anyway!

You all heard her! She was the one who mentioned doing a trash the dress and her dress is the most ornate of all! Their thirtieth wedding anniversary next June. That's plenty of time to work on her.

I'll let you know that I'm writing this as we head back home from vacation to get my mind off Jim's driving. I won't say he drives too fast, but if a Chevy Suburban just passed you and stripped all the paint off of your car, you have my sincerest apologies. I have to tell you what happened really quickly and then it's on to the real story.

Late summer is always slow at the training center because Jim's company does a lot of business with schools and they want their work done just before it starts. That means no one is coming to training in August and luckily our school system hasn't adopted the insane practice of starting school in the middle or beginning of August. It's still the day after Labor Day, the way God intended. So armed with our share of our first two videos' profits, we headed out for a week and a half. Olivia sold us on the Smoky Mountains and it was a place where it was easy to get a room at a nice hotel on short notice. We got a suite at a water park resort that had a great kids' program that took them to dinner for an evening and then to camp overnight with the penguins at the aquarium in Gatlinburg. That free evening on our last night there would be our somewhat of a downfall you'll see.

I'm proud to announce that I took NO swimwear on this trip. (Like I even own any!) I found things for the girls and me that would pass in our resort's water park and other places like that. We also went swimming a lot in the creeks. Needless to say we gave no regard to what we were wearing then. All five of us rented inner tubes and went tubing in our jeans one day. We also found that Sliding Rock and Looking Glass Falls in North Carolina that Olivia was so crazy about. Debbie had been there too and gave it major thumbs up. The water was ICE COLD, but we were only in it for a few seconds after splashing down. I wore the seat through three different pairs of shorts I went down so many times. You only live once! We also swam at the base of Looking Glass Falls. I thought the water on Sliding Rock was cold! It must be infectious insanity because the pool at the base of the falls is always full of people even though the falling water creates a breeze that keeps it about fifty-five to sixty degrees down there regardless of how hot it is. All five of us turned blue and then purple, but no one wanted to be the one to suggest we leave. We just kept jumping back in, to stay used to it.

Then there was that downfall I spoke of the night we had free. Jim and I had dinner in Gatlinburg and ordered several adult beverages before heading out to shop and sight-see, but mostly stagger around the town. We were walking along and found ourselves outside of a tattoo parlor in this little outdoor mall. It was a hot evening and I was wearing a red tube top and a low-rise mini-skirt that almost stopped low enough to hide my ass. And I was talking about Cindy's outfit! Then again, it's fun to look slutty once in a while when you're far from home and no one knows you. That meant my little souvenir from Cancun was visible for all to see. We were looking at the designs in the window and making little jokes about some of them to each other.

That's a cute one, a voice from behind me said. Jim and I wheeled around together to see a rather pretty woman, about thirty, with hair a shade of red not found in nature, a simple stud in the side of her nose, multiple earrings, a stud in her belly button shown off by her own tube top and one of those anklet tattoos around her right ankle.

I meant your tattoo, she said. I didn't mean to scare you.

It's okay, I replied, and thanks.

Does your guy there have one to match? she said with a teasing look toward Jim. He turned a little red.

Actually, no, Jim said.

Before he could say anything else, I butted in, It was actually done for someone I'd rather forget.

Oh, I see, she said. Well you know I could probably fix that up and turn it into something special for the two of youI'm sorry! I'm Scarlett and this is my shop.

She extended her hand to us and we each shook it and introduced ourselves.

She sort of summed up Jim up and down and said teasingly again, I'm guessing you've never had any body art.

Just wasn't a priority, he replied.

That's okay, we get a lot of first-timers and a lot of 'his and hers' business around here.

Jim started to reply, but I butted in again: We were just sort of looking.

That's too bad, Scarlett said and continuing to sell, added, I have something in mind that I could probably salvage that into and have it work for both of you.

No, thanks, I insisted. I looked to Jim for some help but he was starting to laugh at our exchange. I shot him my famous, What am I going to do with you? smile.

All right then, Scarlett relented. You know where to find me if you change your mind.

Lord, I wish she hadn't seen that thing, I said as we started to walk on.

Jim replied, Well you were the one who dressed like a slut this evening.

I did that for you! I said. I thought you enjoyed me telling other men to eat their hearts out.

Oh, I do, he said with that sly Yankee grin that never failed to disarm me. But you know I never asked. How bad did getting that hurt?

Not too much, I replied, lying. And you can't immerse it in water for about two weeks. Wait! You're not seriously thinking

Well, you having one and me not having one sort of implies that you're tougher than I am, he said jokingly.

I am, Yankee boy, I shot right back.

And so it went back and forth between us for about two blocks before we'd wheeled around and were headed back up Parkway to think about Scarlett's plan to fix mine and give us matching markings. To make a long story short: We won't be able to push each other in the pond for two weeks. Scarlett did a good job making my tramp stamp look new. She took the little heart and was able to draw it into a bigger one with a ribbon that goes across it with our first names and anniversary date. Jim has one just like it on the back of his left shoulder without the little vines which were the leftovers from my original tattoo.

Two whole weeks without getting thrown in the pond! What am I going to do with myself? Of course she didn't say we couldn't have water fights or get in the shower together, (dressed of course), and at the end of the two weeks, it will be reason to celebrate. Maybe the formals outlet will have some more wedding gowns in stock!

Anyway, we should both be healed up before Labor Day and Mud Fest and then right after that is Olivia's sister's bachelorette party. So there is a lot more fun on the horizon.

Well, I made it through my list of tangents without this getting so long I never got to the real story like in the past. What I really wanted to tell you about was one of my for Jim's eyes only videos we shot. This took place while I was tutoring Olivia. What we do when the guys are away to show how we miss them is we film either something for all of them, which is usually pretty tame, or one of us will do one where she is on camera by herself that is a lot racier for just one of them. Our internet service provider gives us on line storage, so we upload the videos and let the guys know they are ready. They delete them as soon as they download them. It works out well and no, I am not going to tell you the web site address where we store the videos. Besides it takes a log in anyway.

Jim inadvertently gave me the idea for this one. Now since I left the hotel business last year, I haven't had that many reasons to dress up unless we were going out or it was specifically for a wet or messy experience. (I often had those after we'd gone out anyway.) However Jim had made the offhand remark when we were enjoying the early hot weather in late April that he missed catching me in the business suits and heels I wore to work at the hotel. You've heard about the ones he destroyed, starting with right after we met, but there were plenty of other times before we were married that I would sneak into his apartment when I knew the girls wouldn't be around and wait for him in the shower in my work clothes or find some way to be out on Mom and Dad's dock dressed up for work and fall or get pushed in. Since Beth, Debbie, and I are in business together with Kellie and have to meet prospective clients with her, we're all expanding our wardrobe again to include business wear, but at the time Jim made the comment, I really didn't have any.

Here is one of those keeping the happiness teachable moments for the ladies. If your guy tells you that he enjoys you wearing something specific, whether it's just for going out, a sexual encounter or for getting thrown in a lake or hit with a pie, dress that way. Take notes if you don't have a good memory.

The next day after he said that was a Sunday and he had to leave for two weeks to go to another regional training center in California. On Monday, Beth and I hit Goodwill and the thrift stores and for relatively little money I found a red business suit with a risquhemline, a sleeveless pink silk blouse and red pumps. I bought a pair of nude thigh-high hose new that had a lacey band around the tops that slipped out from under my nearly too high for business skirt when I sat or bent over and I already had a matching lacey maroon Wonderbra and boy shorts set.

On Tuesday Beth and Debbie both came over to assist. This was just for Jim and I was going to be the only one in it, but I needed a camera person and prop person. I put on my business suit and did my hair up into a bun like I used to wear it at work. I put on really red lipstick, some thick mascara and a pinkish-red eye shadow to match my outfit. I'd worn my contacts pretty much all the time since I'd left work except for maybe late in the evening, but I put on my thin-framed glasses, the ones Jim said made me look like a sexy librarian, for today and finished things off with a string of faux pearls and earrings to match.

We needed to film the set up first. We took my car down the road to a strip mall and Debbie filmed me coming out of a store. I got in the car and pretended that the air conditioning didn't work.

Oh no! Not on such a hot day! I whined.

We headed back home and I let Debbie and Beth out so Debbie could film me driving up. Beth spritzed me with water from a spray bottle over my neck, face and hair.

So hot, I whined when I got out and leaned up against the car. Then I sort of staggered into the house.

Oh no! Not the house too! I cried and wiped the sweat from my forehead with my sleeve. I looked at the thermostat and Debbie started to zoom in on it. Thanks to her wizardry with computer graphics, she had made an overlay that looked like the real readout that read 99. I futilely pressed the buttons and then turned around and fell against the wall, defeated.

Gotta get cool, I gasped. Beth resupplied me with sweat and I staggered up the stairs to the master bedroom and into the bathroom. I stopped at the sink and ran water into my cupped hands. I splashed it against my neck and made an orgasmic expression as it ran down the inside of my jacket and blouse to get my bra a little wet. Then I looked at the shower and smiled at the camera.

Now with our penchant for wet and messy, designing our bathroom was something which we spared no expense when building our house. We had a huge garden tub and the shower was out in the open over the bathroom's tile floor with no real enclosure other than the clay tiles in the walls. It was one of those huge rain shower heads that the tree huggers hate because it uses gallons of water. Sure this design gets everything in the bathroom wet when the shower runs, but I love it. We can turn on the shower full blast, fill up the tub and turn on the Jacuzzi jets and have our own little water park in the middle of winter. I can run up there when I hear my hubby get home and jump in the shower in my bra and panties or a teddy or all of my clothes and leave the bathroom door standing open so he can see to come in and join me. Renewed by my little splash, I gave the camera another wicked grin and walked over to the shower. Debbie had the camera mounted on a tripod by now. I turned on the water and felt the temperature with my hand, soaking my jacket sleeve up to the elbow.

Mmmmm, perfect, I purred with my eyes closed. I opened them and noticed my wet sleeve. I put my fingers up to my mouth in a cute little Oops! gesture and made a girlish hee hee giggle.

I'd better be more careful, I purred, doing my best Marilyn Monroe. I wouldn't want to soak my good work clothes!

I moved around behind the showering water, putting it between me and the camera. I leaned forward and put just my face in the water, glasses and all.

Oh, this feels so good! I said. I leaned further, getting my hair into the spray too. I could feel water start to run down my neck into both the front and back of my blouse. It felt wonderful even if it wasn't really ninety-nine degrees inside. My hair was totally soaked, even being pulled down tight. I wanted to just step right under the shower, but I really needed to tease a little more.

I stood up straight and stepped around the shower to face the camera. Water was rolling from my hair and running down my jacket in little dark red streams. I could feel a nice wet line down my back and could feel another down the front of my blouse. I looked down and my blouse was soaked down the front. I could see the dark outline of my maroon Wonderbra under the wet sheer fabric where my jacket lapels gapped open. My bra cups were drenched and felt so good against my breasts and a small semi-circle of wetness was crawling down the front of my skirt.

I put my fists on my hips, bent slightly at the waist toward the camera and said with a sly grin, Silly me! If I'm not more careful, I'm going to be completely soaked through soon and won't be able to go back to the office! I put a finger up to my lips in a pondering gesture and said, I wonder what I can cool off without being obviously soaked. I know! My hose won't show water too much!

I stepped back around the shower and put it between me and the camera again. I flipped my eyebrows at the camera and daintily lifted my right leg up and held it under the shower, hose, shoe and all. Debbie panned the camera down to focus on the fact that my shoe was getting drenched. The wet nylon felt really good. Once that stocking was soaked through, I lowered that leg and did the same with my left leg. Debbie left the camera panned down there until my shoe was drenched and then panned it back up to my face. I had purposely stuck the bottom couple of inches of my skirt under the shower and now it was dripping water from the hem. I walked back around to face the camera directly.

Oh darn! I exclaimed. Just look at my skirt now! It's wet on both the top and the bottom. It's a good thing my panties are still dry, because if they weren't, I'd have no reason not to just step under that shower and finish soaking myself! Water was still dripping from my hair onto my jacket and blouse and it was all I could do to keep from just going all the way and getting it over with. However I wanted one more tease.

I put my hands on my hips and shook my head as if I was disgusted with myself. I looked down and exclaimed, Oh look! A quarter! and bent over. My back was still to the running shower and Debbie kept the camera pointed the way it was to highlight that I was sticking my ass under the running water.

Oops! I shouted and rose up. I sheepishly reached behind to feel how my skirt was soaked in the back. Well, my panties were my last piece of clothing that was completely dry, I said. I guess there's no point in denying it. I'm not going back to the office today! Time to really cool off!

I took one large step backward and got right under the shower. I lifted my face up and let the water cascade over it. It felt so wonderful! I let my mouth fall open with a euphoric expression and then faced the camera again with a sly, seductive smile.

Oh, come on, I teased as the shower drenched every fabric hanging on my body. You and I both knew that I was going to end up under here eventually. We also both know how you love to look at me when I'm all wet, so get a good eyeful. I slowly turned myself around to show off all of my wet suit. The red jacket and skirt was now a shiny carmine color and water rolled from the bottom of my jacket and the hem of my skirt in steady streams. I unbuttoned the jacket and let it fall open for a good look at my soaking wet silk blouse and how the pink fabric had given up trying to hide my lacey Wonderbra underneath.

Definitely not going back to work with my underwear showing through, I said, making that girlish Oops! gesture again. May as well clean up.

I reached into my bun and pulled the hair pins and let my brunette hair fall to my shoulders in a wet, bedraggled clump and then shook my head to shake it out. I picked up the shampoo bottle and squeezed way too much into my hand. Looking into the camera, I purred, You like it when I wash my hair with all of my clothes on; don't you? I know you want to play with yourself by now. Don't let me stop you; assuming you haven't already started.

I slowly kneaded the blob of shampoo into my hair and let the lather drip over my clothes. Isn't it amazing how something so mundane can become so seductive by adding something, in this case showering in clothes?

I lathered my hair up well and then stepped under the shower to rinse. Oh! What a wonderful way to cool off! I gasped. When all of the lather was rinsed from my hair and clothes, I gestured to the tub with a sly grin and a nod of my head and stepped out of the spray. Debbie panned the camera to follow me while I stepped up to our raised tile tub and turned on the water.

We cut there to let the tub fill. Debbie held the camera for this part so she could shoot down into the water. I sat on the side and played with the water with my fingers before I threw my legs over and stuck my feet in, high heels and all.

Everything is already soaked anyway, I said with a girlish giggle; why take anything off? Besides, I know you like to watch me in the bath like this!

I slid down into the water and went all the way under. I silently wished that Jim was able to control himself watching this and didn't finish too soon since I was starting to get horny myself and the most fun part for me was still to come. I pulled my head back up and opened my eyes. I posed various ways, lifting my legs up out of the water and admiring how water dripped from my shoes and stockings and then on my hands and knees in the tub. I got up on my knees, leaned forward and submerged my hair and did a hair flip. It splashed water out onto the floor, but our bathroom was designed to have water all over the floor.

I let the jacket slip off my arms and sink in the tub and then turned all the way around to show off how my bra was totally visible under the sheer silk blouse. I dunked completely under one more time and crawled out of the tub. I paused so Debbie could record how the water simply poured out of my clothes onto the tile floor. I love this bathroom! If we ever remodel, I think I'll have water massage jets put in all of the walls so it can be like playing in a fountain.

Time to finish washing up, I said to the camera. We cut there so Debbie could put the camera back on the tripod. She started recording again and I got under the shower to drench myself up once more. I love getting soaking wet! I'd do this sort of thing anyway since Jim likes it so much, but loving how my wet clothes hang dripping on me, and my wet hair hangs bedraggled on me, loving how my makeup runs down my face in streaks, makes it so much better.

I stepped out of the shower and grabbed a washcloth. I squeezed out gobs and gobs of shower gel onto it and started washing my clothes. I slowly lathered up my blouse, skirt and stockings and then put the washcloth down. Then with loud Mmmmm! Mmmmm! moans, I rubbed my soapy clothes with my hands, concentrating on my tits, ass and legs.

Oh! This feels so good! I purred. I looked into the camera with my raccoon eyes and mascara running down my face, (Ladies, always wear cheap makeup to mess yourself up in.), and added, I'm so glad you like to watch me shower with all of my clothes on, sweetie, because I absolutely love doing it for you! I hope you're so horny by now that you can't keep your hands off of it because I'm about to have some fun too!

I looked down and noticed how sheer my wet blouse was. Well let's not fool ourselves about this hiding anything any longer, I said with a girlish giggle. I slowly unbuttoned my blouse and let it fall off my shoulders. I squeezed more shower gel onto each boob and lathered up my maroon bra. I really was getting horny playing with myself in the water.

I got a little plastic chair we kept in the corner and placed it in front of the shower. I hiked my soapy skirt up to my waist and sat down. The chair had no arms so I was able to spread my legs open wide with nothing in the way. I squeezed out another handful of shower gel and lathered it up into my crotch and then over the rest of my lacey boy shorts. My hand slid back to my crotch and I massaged myself through the lacey material.

Ihope I'm not enjoyingthis all by myself, I gasped. Even though I could have easily gotten myself off through my panties, there was more to the show.

I stopped and looked at the camera. I've got an even better idea, I said as I got up. I grabbed my panties and yanked them down before stepping out of the frame. When I came back, I had my vibrator. (Of course I have a waterproof vibrator. What a silly question!) I put my chair directly under the shower, hiked my skirt back up and sat down under the cascade. I spread my legs open and shoved it inside me. It wasn't going to take long. The soap tickled as it ran down my body.

SweetieI hope all of your clothes are offand you're just shamelessly playing withyourself, I gasped as my breathing intensified.

What? Well what good is sending him slutty videos if I didn't want him to beat off? I hope he watched this every night. I went through two sets of batteries that trip!

I moaned and gasped through the next few minutes until the moment came. Oh! I wish you were here to fuck me for real! I shouted as the orgasm came over me. I moaned and moaned until I finally came down.

YeahI know I cheated, I said as I caught my breath, but I know how you love me in wet clothes. Here's a little something extra then.

I reached behind and undid my bra. I leaned forward and let if fall off my arms and then leaned back in the chair again to show off my now-naked tits.

I rubbed them and squeezed them together. Like my wet titties? I teased.

Then I kicked off my shoes and leaned forward again to slide each stocking down my leg. I stood under the water and threw my arms out to the sides. Still not enough, eh? I teased and finally reached for my skirt's zipper, took it down and let the soaking wet skirt fall to the floor and leave me naked with a string of pearls around my neck.

You made me take all my clothes off, you bad boy, I purred. Now I'm all hot and bothered again!

I sat back down and picked up my vibrator. You might want to pause this for a while if you don't have any energy left, I said with a little tee hee giggle and shoved my toy into my pussy again. I always got off pretty quickly when I was wet whether I had clothes on or not, so in a few minutes I was letting go again.

I wish so much that it was you that did that to me, I purred. Playing with toys is fun, but your toy feels so much better and doing this I slipped the vibrator into my mouth and slid it in and out a few times. doesn't do a thing for me at all! Hurry home and I'll put this outfit back on so you can push me in the pond in it. I hope you rip it to shreds out on the raft and throw it in the water, so I'm naked for anyone who wants to see. I'll even pretend I don't like it, but you know I do!

He did just that too! Every bit of that outfit right down to my shoes, stockings and underwear is on the bottom of the pond. I'm getting bothered just thinking about it again. I love letting him get away with whatever he wants.

The only problem with doing these is that whoever is the camera man and whoever is the prop person end up hot and bothered too, so Beth and Debbie took turns getting a cool down under the shower, doing a sexy strip and then playing with my toys. No, we didn't help each other, but to tell the truth, it wouldn't take much sometimes to get it to come to that. I wonder how the guys would feel about getting a video about that! We'd have to send it to all three of them!

Wow! This ended up kind of long, but at least it's not an epic. I'll be back soon, hopefully with the story of what happens at Olivia's sister's bachelorette party. I've heard she's been a real bridezilla and that is why Olivia wants us to come by to loosen things up. First though, I hear Wetgalfan has a little spinoff he wants to do about one of Ashley's sorority sisters. (Ashley was a legacy at Sigma Kappa. She even got my old room!) I guess she found a job working for a rather eccentric man. I personally can't wait to see!