Then heart pumping he returned to their table.The moment of truth, he pressed his phone in his pocket. It rang!“Come to the bar sweetheart and lets ...get another round in..”He stood and walked to the bar where to his delight Monica joined him. Now to try something to really test this he mused. Ring! went the phone. “Go to the loo and take your panties off sweetheart,” he purred, “Bring them back for me let them dangle in your hand. Do not take the off in a cubicle do it by the sinks and if. They werevery form fitting classic dresses, very low cut, short. I could hardlymove or walk in this dress. Jackie and I looked at each other and smiledwith excitement.Out in the photograph studio we were pampered with every photo shotpossible. The session was so much fun, so girly. We changed into severaloutfits. All showing off our padded curves, everything a girl would wantto show off.The male photographer was so into this he kept saying how cute we "girls"were and how great these photos will. He drove his Range Rover the sameway. He would drive at 85mph, weave in and out of traffic and pull upan inch behind the bumper of whomever he wanted out of his way.Normally, I would have been in the front with him and thanked g-d thatJess now got to do this. I saw her grip the bar above her seat sotightly her knuckles turned white.Finally, against all odds, we arrived at the airport. Marty opened thetailgate and Jess went to take out the suitcases. She lifted the largeone with a grunt and. “I have an idea,” I said. She was biting her lip, listening. “Let’s pick a guy, make his night.” Erica smiled, nodding her head. There were lots of hot guys around. I spotted one with shaggy blond hair andbroad shoulders in a tight shirt. I pointed him out. Erica nodded. We walked towards him, still hand in hand. He spotted us right before we reached him, and he smiled, revealing a dimple in his right cheek. “Hey, girls,” he said. “I’m Jake.” He took a sip of his drink, looking us up and down..