Project Music Artist: Astrid Williamson Album: Pulse Song: Pour Camera: 120 mm Nik Collection Color Efex Pro 4 I’d like to take a moment and welcome KrashWerks girls into my runtime. I’ve been eyeballing these girls for about a month or two. Then today KrashWerks girls go on sale and I scooped up about 11 of them. I’ll get some more as the budget allows in the following months ahead. Like I said, I’ve eye balling these models for about a month or so and really like KrashWerks model work, well most of them, some are bit too hard body for my taste, but overall, I really like sleek slender, petite, busty physiques. First on my gallery a group shot of three couples. From left to right: Yvonne and Cormac Gina and Holt Chloe and Tristan The girls found out about this hidden natural swim hole out in the middle of nowhere. They each had a challenge convincing their guys to give a up a weekend of WOW raids and take a break. About two weeks of nagging the guys became irritable. Third week the girls denied them access into the master bedroom. The next week they all packed and headed out. Cormac lifted the map to his face. “Right here, stop.” “The meeting place... Shall we get a warlock and get the guild here too.” Tristan said. The girls giggled and shuffled drinks, purses, smart phones and cameras inside the van, and grabbed their backpacks. “What’s the rush”? Cormac said. “I can’t wait.” “Swimming.” “I can feed my tan lines.” Holt stopped the vehicle. The girls slammed the side door open. “Holy Mackerel. Easy on the door.” Holt said. “Must be a clothing sale nearby”? Cormac said. The girls stepped out and pulled out their swimsuits from their packs. Tristan paused, looked at the girls and placed his hand on his chin. Holt turned the vehicle off. Cormac opened the codriver door stepped outside. The girls kicked off their shoes and pulled off their tank tops. Tristan bumped Holt on the shoulder and pointed at the girls. Holt looked and smiled. They unsnapped their bras and dashed down their shorts. Cormac looked, ran his fingers through his hair. He grinned. They slid their panties off. “Damn.” Cormac said. Tristan licked his lips. Holt blinked a couple times. Yvonne pulled up her swim panty over her triangle, tucked the crotch string between her glutes and looked the guys. “Well just don’t sit there.” “Yeah, get the picnic setup.” Gina said. “Just waiting for you finish up.” Cormac said. “No rush.” Holt said. “Take your time.” Tristan said. Gina pulled her swim top over half her breasts and hid her nipples. Chloe stepped into her stringy one piece pulled it up into herself, the cloth laid over her breasts and she pulled stringy line over her head, adjusting her hair. Tristan looked Holt. “Maybe we could trade…” Holt looked at Tristan. “Not a chance.” “No, I mean, like share.” “Forget it.” The girls dashed off toward pool. Cormac approached the van’s opened side. “But we all could do it together.” Cormac grabbed Tristan’s arm. “Best friends don’t do that.” “Look all you want, but don’t touch.” Holt said. “Okay. I just…” “Let’s unload the vehicle.” Cormac said. “Just think about it. All six us.”? Holt grabbed the ice chest and placed it next to Tristan. “No.” Okay, enough dialog. It would take time to develop a conflict and lead it to somewhere among best friends. Too much work for now. Let your imagination run with it. Enjoy the image. Flagged for nudity for the narrative.