There she is... my wife, the artist’s model,” I announce laughing. “Wearing nothing but her underwear and a smile.” Looking up and down her g...rgeous body, I drink in the sight, my gaze roaming over her large breasts. I watch in delight as her nipples begin to harden and clearly show through the lacy material of her bra. Continuing my visual exploration, I take in her navel, its shape and depth, the contours of her tummy, the slight roll of soft flesh at the top of her panties and the blemishes. She is the one that feels like the teenager on a first date.Then the doorbell rings. They are here!Lacey walks to the door and takes a quick, deep breath—just to steady herself. Her hand shakes slightly as she reaches for the doorknob.“Hello,” Lacey says as she opens the door.“I only have a few minutes,” Nosilla hastily spurts out as she steps through the doorway. Alyce is mere steps behind her. “I have an appointment tonight but I did not want to miss meeting you in person.”Lacey tires not to. Wo apni umar se kafi young dik rahi thi . Main unke tight blouse ki taraf dekh raha t ha , pehli baar mujhe unke boobs ka real size dikha, isse pahle maine unhe hamesha simple kapdo main dekha tha Sayad unhone bhi ye notice kiya hoga.Ab main bhi aunty ko notice karne , ,ab main aunty main aur intrest lene laga, Unke kapde pahne ka tarika thoda badal chuka tha .Wo ab stand par thoda hans kar baat karne lagi saath wali auntiyon se . kai baar bheed hone ke karan main unse touch ho jaata aur soryy. "Half way down, she stopped and asked, "Did you?" Did I what?" I replied."Dress as a woman?" she asked."No! I never have," I replied."Too bad! You would make a cute girl," she said. I could feel myself blushing as we entered her store.I tackled Carol and pulled her behind a counter. She started to scream as I clamped my hand over her mouth. Her eyes were wide in fear. "Carol, that's the limousine the goons were driving." I peeked around the counter and could see three men approaching her.