She got into my car and we started the drive to the little town we were going to. I took a chance and asked her "What is your bra size?" She replied 3...4 a or b. I told her that i didnt believe her. She made no reply.She told me we should get one of my wifes bras for sizeing.We went to the store and the assistant told us the bra was 34g. I thought wow. Then i wanted to choose a matching red thong. Jane advised against it. So I asked would you not wear one like that? She replied in the negative. I. At least for a while."Mitch?s dad nodded, then turned to the bartender again and said, "Thelady will have a Shirley Temple."As the man prepared our drinks, I asked, "What?s a Shirley Temple?"Mitch?s dad laughed. "It?s just ginger ale with a splash of grenadinesyrup and a cherry. You?ll like it, I?m sure."He carried our drinks and led me out to a large balcony where only a fewpeople had gathered. He looked around for a moment and headed to a coupleof large, padded chairs, away from the other. A closer look at myself revealed that I still had too much of anaggressive look. There was no way I was going to try to do anything totake away some of the thick eye makeup, but I could do something aboutmy lips. They were just too dark to be professional, so I managed towipe much of it off and replace it with a lighter, friendlier shade ofred, one that didn't look menacing when I smiled.I realized this was another milestone. Until now Simone had done all ofmy hair and makeup for me. This was. How about it, honey? Want to sodomize me in front of my folks? Then we can talk for a bit, once we've gotten our ashes hauled." Works for me. Damn, your ass is still rather tight, though admittedly you haven't been getting that much traffic back there ... yet. That will change, won't it, dear?" I grinned as I entered her bottom from behind and I noticed Debbie's hands slipping stealthily up her own dress to frig herself.Before anyone knew what was up, Debbie's dress was hiked up and Stewart's.