Sasha seemed to enjoy getting touched that way, and she was relaxing beautifully into the shoot now - looking much more natural, sexy and enticing.Whe... she changed into some lingerie - a sexy black thong and matching bra - my cock reached a new level of hardness and the bulge through my jeans was obvious to everybody, including Sasha who clearly looked down at my crotch a couple of times but it didn’t seem to put her off her stride.“Fuck you look good Sasha,” I told her as she pushed her tits. The driver would stop by the Bellagio fountains during a show, talk about the features of various casinos, and then basically drive up and down the Strip until time expired. The ride also included a bottle of champagne, and the driver opened it for us and poured our first glasses before we pulled away.I'd seen all of Vegas before, of course, but Jen loved it. She got gigglier and gigglier as the bottle of champagne disappeared, but she kept her face pressed to the glass as the driver talked. She had followed his directions exactly, even written down his address on a note she left sealed in an envelope on her desk at work, with instructions that if she didn't come into work the next day, it was to be opened. Inside was a note explaining she was meeting a man she'd met on the internet, and gave the username and password to her email.It wasn't necessary, she'd told him. She trusted him with her life she swore. He said it was, for her peace of mind, and she had to admit when she'd. He'd been sporting some very expensive breast forms. Hers? But of course! Jack confirmed that his mother had indeed been wearing prostheses ever since her operations. Her breasts were almost as phony as a drag queen's. Like most women, Jack said, his mom was devastated by her loss. She felt that she no longer looked like a real woman. It didn't help, Jack added, that his father was such a ?breast man.? Breasts had always been what his father admired most, Jack glumly said, and so it had been.