But why should we consider that you only need one outfit when each of your sisters needed ten? And why balk at buying a suit that could last you the r...st of your high school career—as long as you take care of it—when we bought church and party dresses for Emily over and above what her school clothes cost? When it came down to it, it was because your father bought clothes for your sisters. He loves to dress them up. And now that I’ve spent a day shopping with my son, I have to agree. I like. Hmm, there's a cute one, he thought as she walked past right in front of him. He stared at her walking away as her tight little ass wobbled back and forth. Then he saw a tall well-built black woman with short kinky yellow hair get off an escalator and walk the other direction. Then he noticed her big bulky boyfriend right behind her and looked away. Oh, man, a tall blonde walked out of Victoria's Secret across the way with a little shopping bag full of unmentionables that would surely make her. I have a boat and an island cove I want to share with you.’ ‘Is that all?’ ‘No, I also need a galley slave and a boat maid.’ She punched me and then kissed my chest. ‘Only, but only if I get a ride’ she said with this huge smile and I couldn’t miss her meaning if I was dead. ‘As you wish!’ I said leaning down and kissing her forehead. Great line from another movie. ‘OK, lets get cleaned up and have breakfast. On the way home I’ll call my friend and see if she will give us some time this. . doing? You're not supposed to . . . I'm not supposed to . . . Holy fucking shit, lady! You're half undressed!" he said, then turned to leave like he couldn't wait to get away from this crazy old women who thought she could lure him into bed with her sexily clad body. Well, she was wrong. Her little teasing act didn't work. All it did was scare the crap out of the poor young boy who probably had never seen a woman in a sexy negligee. Having failed big time, it was time for plan B.“Wait! .