Janice was proud of her breasts, and especially her tan. She'd
gone to great lengths to find just the right bikini to accent her
breasts with a tan and it paid off. Her breasts were pleasantly
large, 37C's, without being saggy. They tended to look full and
slope down, the tan lines accenting the curve of them. Her
nipples were large, and pink, the kind many guys groan over.
Janice stood up to remove her jogging pants.
"The moment of truth." Elsa said softly. "Is she or isn't she?"
Janice stepped out of the last of her clothes, letting the warm
summer night caress her skin.
"Neat." Elsa said.
"Oooh, sex-eeee!" Cathy smiled, and Diane gave an "o.k." sign
with her fingers. They were all staring at Janice's thick mat of
reddish-orange hair that covered her mons. Janice was a true
redhead, with the luck of an Italian mother she inherited none of
the freckles and fair skin problems so many other had.
