Had there been a little more privacy, I'd have actually been grateful. We were given wash rags and small scraps of soap. Once again, I played the gent...leman and let the girls go first. Initially, Mrs. Manny refused to shower. Braid Gal eventually intervened, directing Mrs. Manny under the stream of water and scrubbing her down. Finally, it was my turn. The water was lukewarm and smelled of sulfur. Still, I did need a shower in the worst way, and I wasn't about to look a gift horse in the. "You see? There's n--" and then she trailed off, looking at Ally. Or more specifically, her chest. "My God."Ally followed Tracy's gaze to watch as twin mounds began to expand underneath Ally's blouse and suit top. Ally had never been one to be that endowed... her workouts, frame, and metabolism had all combined to keep her rather gamine and slender. Her breasts had been AAs, if that... but huge mounds of flesh began pushing cleavage into the buttons of her shirt. One button popped off, showing. After a couple of passes round the room she reached behind her, unzipped the dress and let it slip to the floor. She was now seen in white bra, white garter belt, tan stockings and white bikini panties. A couple more passes round the room and she unclipped the bra at the front and slipped it off. After a few seconds of showing off her beautifully shaped and firm breasts, that session came to a close. Micheals eyes were glued to the TV! A few seconds of blank tape then gave way to a brief shot. I shook my head yes and we headed to the check out. After handing the clerk his credit card, he clicked me up to 5. I braced myself against the glass counter, now taking short staggered breaths. I looked up to see the heavily tattooed and pierced kid behind the counter nodding his head and laughing after looking over at my neighbor. I was quivering. The same clerk must have checked him out with his other purchase too, I thought. ‘Have a fun night,’ the cashier said after giving me a wink. .