?Hey, leave me with a little dignity!? Jan shouted, angered by her nudity.?You hear that! The wench wants dignity! How about it folks, help her cove... up!? More food waste began to pelt Jan, and Brianna as well. The new layer of food was sticking to the remaining whipped cream on Brianna’s face, but he was too busy eying Jan to notice. Mud was being thrown again, mostly at Jan, and from all sides. Her crimson hair was now brown, unbraided and disheveled. The couple now both looked. I can’t remember how the situation arose, but it seemed all the teens were playing some sort of hide and seek game. In the darkness of the nearly empty beach, I had found myself hiding between two small fishing boats, lying on the cool sand. Claire found my little spot and needed to hide herself, so she squeezed in next to me. There wasn’t much room, so her soft, smooth skin came into contact with my own. Her full round tits pressed against my chest, with only her skimpy bikini top separating. So, the gown fits?' 'Oh, yes! Aunt Myra did a great job with the alterations. Not that it needed much. I'm only an inch-and-a-half taller than Mom and about two inches bigger everywhere else except my waist. We're both twenty-four inches there.' 'Well, you can thank your Great-Grandmother Olafson for the extra inches. I came up to let you know dinner will be served within the hour. How does Madame wish to dress?' 'Evening wear. For you, the charcoal grey three-piece with the navy-blue silk tie. We both met Jim a week later for dinner. Ann wore my favorite dress that night as it showed off her lovely body. I wanted her to look as good as possible in case Jim thought I was over playing her looks. We had met Jim at a very nice restaurant about twenty minutes from our home. When we first met he didn’t look anything like I thought he was going to. I am sure he felt the same way about the way I looked. Jim was a very distinguishing looking man. He was slender and very fit. He looked much.