As she walked away, her panties were wedged in her ass. And what an ass she had: her cheeks were full orbs that defied gravity. There was not a hint o... cellulite yet, either on it or her solid thighs. With a finger she fished out the wedgie and retrieving the hair band from her jeans pocket, she secured her hair in a ponytail. Eric thought he'd cum his trunks if she'd put her hair in pigtails. Pigtails on a woman with developed body was the best thing ever.Amy looked down at the tub to step in. He'd never say the words, that was his way, but I could feel it in my bones."Now, you git, baby girl. Go git gussied up for your boy."Now I'm not so sure what getting gussied up was all about. I knew cousin Darly Jean would put her hair up, rub some red lipstick on her mouth, squirt some perfume on her neck. But I didn't know beans about putting up my hair, and, sure as shootin', didn't have any red lipstick or good smellin' stuff. So I settled for a bath with the nice smelling sea shell shaped. We started eating and started feeding me, they liked to take turns in bringing, with skilled expertise, the chopsticks holding the food to my mouth.Purposely maybe they had the belts around their kimonos loosened a bit so occasionally when they leaned over to feed me a robe would fall open to tease me. They did not bother hiding it. They would move their legs while in conversation and the robe would slide up a bit also.They had all the tricks prepared on flirting and to tease a man that's for. ' 'No problem', said the president of the Bank confidently.That night, the president became very nervous about the bet and spent a long time in front of the mirror examining his testicles, turning them this way and that, checking them over again and again until he was positive that no one could consider his testicles as square and reassuring himself that there was no way he could lose the bet.The next morning at exactly 10 o'clock the elderly woman arrived at the president's office with her.