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s****rs Wet April Fools

... success. Then, satisfied, I waited for the appropriate day and time. It was Monday night; Tuesday being the First of the month, so any time after midnight was fine by my books. From midnight until midday -- those are the rules for April Fool pranks, aren't they? Mum and Dad were off for a few days -- they ran their own business and together they'd headed off to a conference and exhibition which would keep them busy until Thursday, so Julie and I were on our own for three days. I'd stayed in, purporting to be studying (an unlikely story, truthfully!) while Julie had been out 'up town' -- presumably clubbing, or at least enjoying a few drinks with her pals and it was approaching one in the morning when she came home so it was officially April Fool's Day now. I'd heard her arriving, her car scrunching on the gravel driveway and I decided to hide myself in the downstairs coat cupboard, a slatted vent in the door giving me a reasonably adequate view of her arrival without having to leave the door ajar. I wanted to be able to follow her every move until the fateful moment when she opened her bedroom door.....at which point I'd grab a photo of her drenched form, to stick on Facebook. With bated breath I watched her return; firstly divesting herself of her outer garments; then calling out for me several times....and when I didn't appear, I heard her in the lounge -- glasses chinking as she made herself a drink from Dad's stock of alcohol. 'Damn', I thought, 'Should have fixed one ...

... for myself too!' Silently I continued to spy on her but Julie was in no rush to go to her room -- instead, finding the house to be apparently empty, she started taking off more of her clothes! My mouth fell open as I watched, spellbound, as she now shed her jeans and then her top, leaving herself standing there in matching chocolate-brown bra and knickers only. She took a big swig of her drink and then shuddered -- it must have been strong! Slowly she turned before the large mirror in the hall before I heard her talking for the first time. "Don't you look good?" she said to herself as she postured before the mirror, "Just look at you -- that nice trim tummy; look at your boobs; you're keeping nicely in shape aren't you?" She stuck her breasts out at the mirror and stuck her tongue out too then she shook her breasts; her well-stacked mammaries doing their best to escape from their gauzy confines. My eyes were doing their best to escape from their confines too -- seldom had I seen her displaying her body so blatantly and I was absorbing every inch of it; including her sweet bum which she was now concentrating on as she lifted one cheek and then the other to inspect them for sag. Then she lifted one leg high, like a can-can dancer might before she lowered it with a tutting noise. "bl**dy pubes -- must remember to shave," she said as she adjusted her hairs with her hand inside her knickers, "Shall I take them all off?" 'Yeah -- go on then! Wish I could help!' I thought, 'I'm a dab ...