She shook her head non-stop for about three minutes, inspecting everything from the microwave oven to the utensil drawer.“What would you like to eat...?” she finally asked, leaning against the marble worktop. “Maybe a rosbiff? With a ... mint sauce?”Her face contorted as she spoke the words.“Yuck,” I said, amused by the way she was treating me as if I were really British.“Bangers? And ze mash? With ze fried egg and ze HP sauce?”“No, thanks.”“Feeshandsheeps?”“It’s thirty-nine degrees outside! Who. "What happened?" I was on my way to work this morning and I put the laptop on the roof of the car in order to get Michele into her car seat, I guess I forgot it there and, well you know how Shannon drives." I explained.Shannon hit me hard on the shoulder."It's not the way I drive it was the idiot that put it on the roof then when it finally fell off the roof three cars ran over it before we could get pulled over and run back to get it, and I wasn't even going fast we were on the Whitemud. Now that was really something to see since all of the girls knew exactly why they were there. There were certainly no complaints from the crowd or from the girls. The girls got wet, teased the guys very well, and then tossed their T-shirts into the audience. The college kids went crazy, even the girls. Soon my girls took their shorts off and tossed them to the back of the stage like they were told to do. They were strutting around the stage in just skimpy G-string panties before tossing them. Slowly she slid them up her legs and when they were firmly on her hips, she used her fingers to ensure the gusset was just right and her own lips sat nicely within the black slit. The material has a lovely soft feeling and she was feeling very sexy just at the thought of wearing these garments. Then she took the matching bra, the one with the centre removed that allowed her nipples to stand firm and erect without the material stopping its natural growth. She reckoned the nipple was now sticking.