I gently rubbed her knee while we ate and chatted. After a minute or two, she reached down, put her hand over mine and started sliding it up the insid... of her thigh between her parted legs. Well you don't have to paint me a picture. I continued slowly rubbing and sliding my hand further up her thigh until I was cupping her pussy. I realized then that I had my hand on the smallest imaginable thong that still had enough cloth to barely cover her sex. I leaned over and whispered in Lisa's ear, "I. This would be in the hot, dark bedroom of some shabby farmhouse in a place like Joplin, Missouri.Michelle said, “Hey, Jude, come back to the present. Where is your mind, back in the 1930s?”Judy swallowed her embarrassment. “Yeah, sort of.” She’s always been pretty good at figuring me out.“That’s okay, honey, I get it.” Our Judy here needs to get some kind of love-life going, and soon.Rather than change the topic, Michelle pushed it in another direction, “Do you know how to drive a manual. I love the look of the petticoat."I realised I was probably getting a little bit over excited with theoutfit and went back to dancing with her. Rachel was nice but notreally the sort of girl I liked so after the dance we chatted for awhile and each went out separate ways.That would have been the end of the matter if a stroke of luck had notcome my way when the next day Rachel asked if I could drop her outfitback to the hire shop when I took mine. Needless to say I agreed andprior to taking it. I then found I gorgeous blonde wig in the next package, it must have been £60 at least, it felt so real and attached really well to my own hair. I then found the make up and proceeded to lay on my foundation, blusher, heavy black eyeliner & mascara and a really slutty pink lip gloss, just like i'd seen my sister do hundreds of times before, then the big hoop clip on earings next just poking out of the blonde wig. Big breastforms, in one box which means all thats left is what im wearing over it.