I quickly looked away as she stood up and closed the door."So, do you usually let strangers in your place?" I jokingly asked. "What would your parents...say?" Pssh, they're not even home so it wouldn't matter." Miranda giggled. "And besides, I do feel bad about the trouble I put you in." Really, it's not a big deal." I looked back at her as she opened a cupboard door and reached up to grab a cup from the upper shelves. The stretching motion caused her midriff to be exposed, revealing her cute. I then told David that Cindys were better. He said that only I would know that, but they did appear to be nice. I then had Cindy stand in front of me and then I leaned over and whispered in her ear..Do you trust me? She leaned back and asked me what I meant. I just slid my hands up her sides to the bottom of her breasts. I cupped her tits with my hands and asked David what he thought of them. Up until this point, showing her off had been sort of covert. Letting the guys think they were getting. Gabby ordered the panna cotta with raspberry jelly, which is delicious. Emily ordered the light pear tart, Anna the peach zabaglione and John has ordered the tiramisu. In the center of the table the waiter places a small plate of strawberry macaroons to share. Gabby lifts her hand from John’s thigh to participate in the destruction of the various deserts and the massacre of the pink macaroons. There is a lot of “oohing” and “ahhing” as the sugar and cream is copiously consumed and the girls. She was 30 now,and she worried that both might show through..She picked up her mascara brush and began to work on her eyelids. Ahint of blue, perhaps, she thought. Back when she was a boy, a millionyears ago it seemed, her eye makeup had given her fits. Eyeliner washard. Lashes were impossible.Now, she was an expert, made so by all those days of dressing up untilit didn't feel like dressing up -- if felt like life. After all theyears in her room, after coming out to her mother, after purging.