Megan was a little tallerthan me, and damned if the jeans didn't fit. I threw on my t-shirt andheaded for town.The Inkwell was a downtown tattoo parl...or. I'd always been afraid ofgetting a tattoo, but I knew that I liked needles now. The guy behindthe counter was a biker type with a leather vest and bare tattooed arms. Behind him on the wall were a myriad of patterns. I was nervous doingthis, because I didn't know what it'd be like. So I started small. Irequested a small butterfly on the. Wouldn't it be interesting if they found out whose bag contained allmy clothing, Jason?"Jason thought to himself, and decided that his only way out was to wearall the clothes Steph had given him. That way, his bag won't have any ofsteph's clothing since HE would be the one WEARING it!Jason, reluctantly put on the now familiar hipsters over his pink panties,which he forgotten that he was still wearing them. Steph threw him theblack bra and just couldn't wait for Jason to put it on.With Steph's. Please?’ I smiled tenderly up at him. ‘Of course you can. I’d like to have you look at me – I just hope you like what you see Brian.’ I had never been undressed the way he did it, he made me feel as though I was some priceless work of art that was being carefully unwrapped for the first time, it was sensational! As his fingers slowly undid the buttons of my blouse and exposed the swell of my breasts I felt first his fingers and then, as he bent his head, his lips lightly brushing over my skin.. That allowed Suzi to spend the night as well.Dinner was a lively affair, Joey’s and Suzi’s dad competing with each other over subjects to discuss with my dad. Frank was keen to talk him into letting Suzi attend the workshop while Tom enjoyed foiling him with talks of their next camping trip. Joey, Brad and I kept Frank distracted at times by pumping him for advice and stories of playing football. Frank had played college ball until he injured his back in his junior year.Joey and Brad also.