Fitness Fanaticism
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From Blushes 20, featuring Janus model Claire Lake as Anthea Ryder Anthea observed her nude body in the bathroom mirror with a critical eye. She made a face. Yes she definitely could lose a few pounds round her hips. She took a wedge of flesh at her waist between finger and thumb. Pinch an inch they said. Oh Christ! Not that she was flabby, nothing like that. At 22 Anthea Ryder had what most men would consider a magnificent figure. Big, firmly-jutting boobs and a ripely rounded backside and as she was also quite tall she didn’t look fat. Yes, most men did consider it a magnificent figure — and some of them told her so. That was nice, any woman liked that. Anthea would smile a coy smile and say she was a happily married woman. And of course a faithful one. Well most of the time she was. She made another face and pinched the offending flesh harder, bringing a sharp grimace. She wasn’t fit, she had to get fit. Or fitter at least. That was what she said to Gavin a few minutes lat