At that point it became harder and she asked Jen to take one side with two hands while she did the same on the other side.With some effort they got th... dress up to pussy level when the fat hairy pussy came into view. It was crushed between the two massive thighs. "Girl spread your legs so we can see your hairy pussy better." When she did the next question was "How long since your man has sunk his prick into your hot hole?" The vodka had taken effect so Tracey lied: "Oh he does that often.". . how do you put one on?"She laughed, and helped him get into the bra. She had worn a bra since her first signs of her breasts swelling. 'Booblets' she called them. She remembered being so proud to wear a training bra. It had meant that she was a 'big girl', and it made her feel so grown up. Wearing one had become automatic, and almost a chore. She had forgotten how clumsy she had been at first, learning how to fasten the clasps in back. "I do this so often, I forgot how hard it was the first. I never drink. But I do shoot pool. Growing up, I had four older brothers and no sisters. I shot pool from the age of nine, and sometimes I beat them all. Except my brother Michael, who was more interested in me then he was in pool. With him–when alone–I learned to play strip-eightball instead. Michael was very good at pool. At the table I beat Tom three times and let him beat me once. He was very good and not used to loosing to women. He was a little irked. I was a little drunk. At a few. And for being a patient and not bugging you about naughty pics or erotic texts, you had my prize tonight. I am already at Springdale, waiting when you roll up. As you pull up next to me, I hurry to your car door to meet you there before you get out. My prize has me almost light headed. As you see me approach you see the fire in my eyes and my yearning for you. Having seen my desire, you reveal my prize. You anticipated my coming to your door and had a plan. As I look in for my prize, I see.