Now the bright afternoon dimmed as the sun began its descent over Mt. Evans and the remaining late summer snow turned a blood red. A wan smile tugged...at her lips as she wrapped her mind around the newness of the name Mt. Evans after years of knowing it as Mt. Rosa, or sometimes Mt. Rosalie. The Colorado legislature, somewhat embarrassed at having one of its most distinctive tourist attractions named after a well-known adulteress had recently renamed the distinctive peak after the former. At this point the thought of him looking at and enjoying my cock was getting quite exciting and I now really wanted to show it to him. I told Gary I could see he wasn't completely convinced and asked if I got my cock out and showed him then and there would he believe me. He laughed and said I dare you. I undid my zip, undid the buttons on my boxers and slowly pulled my semi erect cock out. Gary looked and said he really didn't think that I was going to do it. I asked if he believed me now and. I found it when I was cleaning before and just felt like wearing it.”“Well, it certainly is different,” Wilma noted as she stepped inside, wondering how she’d look in a dress like that.“Have a seat, I just have to get a few things from the kitchen.” Betty called out as she shut the door and headed from the kitchen.Two hours later, both the movie and the snacks done, Betty and Wilma sat drinking the last of the Rockberry wine. Glancing at the clock, Wilma noted that it would be another half hour. Her pink and black mini-skirt was adorned with sparkly pink hearts and fringes. Her sheer pink blouse showed off her boobs, cradled by a pink shelf bra. Lori had done her makeup and added her best wig for the party. She was overweight, but liked how her smooth-shaven boobs jiggled as when she moved in the chair to the music the gurls shared in the chat room. Lori was having fun--this was so much better than being in the sweaty yucky, boi clothes she had to wear at work. And she liked looking.