‘Yeah make yourself at home.’ I roll my eyes and go upstairs. *~*~*~*~*~*~* His house is surprisingly nice. It looks like an actual adult lives h...ere, until you open the fridge anyway. How has this guy not died from alcohol poisoning? I find a box of poptarts above the sink and help myself. He owes me. ‘Hey so how did Barker die?’ I yell for him. ‘Gunshot to the head,’ he calls back. At least it was quick I think. I go back into the living room and see him upstairs changing. Some people. Seems herknowing the dresses were for me turned her on a bit. It made for someinteresting fitting sessions as she incessantly teased me while she wasdoing the fittings. I think she did a few more fittings than she wouldfor most costumes. Katie and I had one simple rule in our marriage. Icould be penetrated by anyone, but I could do no penetration. More thanone of our fitting sessions with Josie ended up in all of us sweaty andspent at the end of the day.Finally the weekend comes. We head. It was almost four hours to the minute when we pulled into the parking lot of the Wrightsville Beach fishing pier. The two of them unloaded the bicycles and trailers, while I removed the small plastic trash bags with our personal items from the truck's interior.Marty had done his research. The purpose of the plastic trash bags was to keep our few extra clothes dry; the clothes were just in case of rain. The plastic credit cards would take care of clean clothes along the way. Even there, Marty. I'll say that Susan's tits are at least a full large C-cup but they may even D-cup in size. I know this -- her tits are the most noteworthy part of Susan's entire body. She's got a very cute face and sexy shoulder-length brown hair, but whatever she's wearing, her titties stand out above everything else.One thing very hot about Susan is that she always wears sweaters, tops and blouses that accentuate her nice well-endowed chest. She has a wardrobe that almost seems picked out on purpose to show.