My wife and the two married teachers agreed because they were friends with Phil’s wife. They all thought it would be cool to work at the bar in full... makeup, wearing the skimpiest shorts they could find, sexy white gym socks and a bikini that would accent there gorgeous young bodies. Now the first weekend that they worked, I went to the bar and they were three of the hottest waitresses I've ever seen in my life. The bar was packed with young guys and girls ogling my wife and her two friends. My. I could see her legs disappear into a darkness. Her nipples were staring at me, and I knew then that I had to fuck her. “So what are you upto for the rest of the week?” I ask, trying to maintain eye contact. “Well I have yoga every day at 8 am..but I seemed to have hurt my back during the last session, so I am not sure if I’d go tomorrow.” She said, piercing me with her eyes. She was sitting quite close to me now, with her legs crossed. “That’s a shame” I say, my eyes darting between her lips. And of course there was that frame of his, that physique. She said to herself as he walked back behind the truck….ohhhhhh that body of his and those shoulders and chest as well. Have you ever seen anything as manly looking as that? Have you ever? Julia closed her eyes as she looked towards him from her bedroom window. And then she thought that if she could talk to him, which she knew she probably wouldn’t because Julia was just never like that she told herself. “But if I did,” she said,. I knew I wasn’t supposed to be wearing panties, but I’d just spoken to Sheila and I knew she was at work so I decided to take a chance. I hurried upstairs and pulled on a pair of panties from Sheila’s drawer.I left the house and walked down the sidewalk, my breasts jiggling as I clicked along in my heels. I was embarrassed to be seen wearing such a skimpy outfit so I tried to walk as rapidly as I could. Unfortunately, that made my breasts bounce even more vigorously. I had to constantly adjust.