Maybe I hadn't lost her.Yet.I was attentive at dinner and doing my level best to make Sally remember all the good times we had enjoyed together that s...mmer. I kept up the eye contact, held her hand, under the table or on the table, and generally made an ass out of myself, looking and acting like an adolescent on his first date.Sally didn't seem to mind. If anything, she seemed to enjoy the extra attention."Do you suppose you could come over tonight — to the apartment?" I said as I was signing. " He reached down and picked up the matching pink and white lacy set that had been on top of the pile. "Here, lets try these" he said as he handed them to me. I accepted, simply hoping to move on from this embarrassing interaction. He reached into another box and pulled out a short pink miniskirt and some white thigh socks. From another box he produced a small black T shirt. "Okay I'll let you get changed and we'll see how everything fits you." I opened my mouth to ask "do I have to?" but he. We all walked out to the car, Bree trying to cling to my side.I dropped off the other two girls, who finally said something directly to me - "Thank you for dinner, Mr. Marcus. Happy Valentine's Day." I pulled into Bree's driveway about a block down the street from ours.Instead of getting out, she balked. "We went out to celebrate my birthday and I didn't even get a meal or anything." Her arms were folded across her chest, which caused me to notice her blossoming breasts.She was right, and it. Mistress started by removing her upper dress. Now she was in a bra from the upper body while still wearing the pajama at the bottom. Her body stats were too appealing. She must be 34-26-36. Her navel was something to die for. Next, she removed her pajama and was now in her bra and panty.She turned around, and her ass was shining like a mirror. It was so smooth without a single hair. She now moved and open the knots of her bra. In those days, the bra was not the same that we see it now. Her.