I woke her and when she opened her eyes she covered herself and I sat in sofa and told her that her coffee was on the table beside her. She had coffee...and I too had. I was just relaxing and myself doing massage on my shoulder and I closed my eyes.After few mins I felt some hands was coming towards my shoulders and hand was too soft like cotton and I didn’t mind and she gave me good massage on my shoulder and I requested her to please give massage on my head and she never mind doing it.Slowly. She picked out a size too small and took three sets back to the changing rooms. She wanted me to see them on her.She stood me in a spot and told me to stand right there. She went in and changed. When she opened the door she didn’t come out, she stood back so that only I could see into the room. The purple with black trim looked great and her breasts were sure pressed into that bra.Mom said, “Be honest.”I said, “I like the panties but the bra doesn’t look right.”Mom said, “Go get me a 36-C and a. .. I had an appreciation for that color. I got a clear view of that expanse of her cute rear as she stayed turned from me, scanning the debarking crowd for someone else.Little short clingy summer dresses have always stirred my imagination. Dana never wore anything but pants. No doubt, she looked luscious in pants. When she wanted to really get me going, she knew to reward me by pulling her pants down with the sight of such a colored pair of panties.I stopped to look around, still not seeing my. "Again Shira surprised me by being no longer than she had said. After no more than 15 minutes we were on the way to the restaurant.Mrs. Jones sat in the back seat as Shira would have trouble fitting back there. During the meal Mrs. Jones asked me to call her Evelyn and wanted to know more about my future plans, especially what kind of woman I was looking for."Would it matter if she were black, Donald?" Why, Evelyn, do you have another daughter? You certainly don't look old enough to have one.