Then she told me that she thought that her tits were too small. Nonsense they were perfect! She then cupped them gently in her hands and said that the... were only a handful and that they should be bigger. I told her that more than a mouthful was a waste. That made her smile. She said that her tits were only a 34-B and that her sister had the perfect set of breasts at 36-D. So I told her that I would love to see her sister in my bathtub and she laughed. Apparently she was starting to feel a. “Jeans. Wear jeans and a sweater. You told him nothing fancy. Keep it that way. Drag him out for a burger and then go to a movie or something.”“Very romantic,” she said dryly.“Fair enough. Wear your nicest dress, jewelry, lingerie and take him to a French restaurant, dancing and the theater,” I said dryly. “Which of those sounds like a more realistic first date?”“And how do you get second dates with a first date like that?” she asked dryly.I laughed. “I NEVER make that a first date. LaSalle’s. I’m a voracious eater – I finished the pizza in record time, leaving me not much to do whilst Ed finished! I looked around and enjoyed the warm summer’s day. I noticed quite a few older boys from the school in town that day, including one who was having a very productive day lip-locked with some blonde girl.The couple spun ‘round a bit and with shock I noticed the identity of the blonde girl. It was Ed’s girlfriend! He looked up to see me in a state of shock.“What’s with the…fuck! What’s that. While she was rubbing my back, I asked her how long she had been working here. She said, "A couple of months. Our daughter has always been completely open with me about her sexuality. She even came to me and asked me what I thought before she took a job here. And she has talked to me about how much she loves her job, about the thrill she gets stripping for men, touching them, getting them to come and watching them come." For whatever reason, listening to her talk like this really turned me on. .