“Quite a show, quite a show, Scotty. I think you were starting to get boner there for awhile, with the little girl gawking. She really got a gander ...at you.”“You set me up for it, Bridget.”“Don’t I take care of my little Scotty?”“I guess so.”“You bet I do. Of course, little Sandra Gosset looked at me like that too the time I was posing for life class and she sat in with her mom.”“Who’s Sandra Gosset?”“Roth’s daughter–the little, wide-eyed moppet you just met.”“We didn’t really meet.”Bridget. We both looked at each other not knowing where to start. I slowly lifted my top up and showed him my berries. He put his hands over it and immediately started sucking them like mad. He switched between the right and the left one not knowing which one to concentrate more on. Then he held both my boobs together so close and suck both my tits together. All I had to do was lift my t-shirt and this daily game of hide and seek continued.Then one day, he took his hands further below my waist, down to. When they changed her costume to ‘hot pants’, I thought she looked silly, so I never wore hot pants.”“Supergirl came along after I stopped reading comic books,” Frank said. “But I remember seeing her on the comic stands in drugs stores. I always wondered how they could draw her flying in that skimpy outfit and not show her panties to everybody beneath her.”“Yeah, I forget you’ve got thirty years on me,” Tanya admitted. “I once wrote a story about her.”“About Supergirl?” Frank asked.Tanya. He had a damned good looking wife who wanted to go home and make love.And good looking she was, too. Long, thick auburn hair that she tied back with barrets and ribbons, hair that shone yellow and red in the sunlight... flashing blue eyes that cooled the flames of her red tresses, showed off her peaches and cream complexion. A smattering of Irish freckles pebbled her nose and cheeks, with just enough color to catch and hold the sun's tanning rays. The look of health and vivacity was she, and he.