Coffee over , the shopping trip was resumed but this time for "proper"Katie bras, ones she would like, love to wear, show off and generally makeher fe...l more of a girl than the utilitarian ones selected at M&S. Sheended up with at least half a dozen, pretty, lacy, functional andcute.Exactly what every girl should have in their drawer as Tricia put it.The rest of the shopping was more of a meander as the main event had beendealt with and anything else was a bonus. As they neared the alley. She enters the shower, still in her torn blouse and her skirt and stockings. Her pig tails are a bit rifled but still in place. I strip down completely, and enter the huge shower stall with her. Pushing her against the wall, her back to me, I position her in a squatting position, her blouse sticking to her. I lift up her skirt and spit on her backside, rubbing my fingers over it and lubricating her pussy. I enter one finger inside her wet swollen pussy. I pull it in and out of her, she. Angel had joined me and for her first time on a pole she was doing great. We pulled down our tube tops and slid down the pole, twirling and dancing our asses off. Angel licked the pole and then we kissed a long wet kiss and the crowd went wild.Next up was another AC/DC tune, "You Shook Me All Night Long." We were really having a blast and more and more people were coming into the bar. Looked like the word was spreading and the cell phones were recording. Fun!Money was being tucked into our. “Honey, put a little perfume on your neck, too.”I did.“Maybe some between your breasts, just in case?”“OK.”“Thighs?”“Tom, stop it! I can accept the idea of having someone playwith my breasts, but. . .”“OK”.I selected my fooling around outfit for the evening. Silkblouse, long wrap around skirt that showed leg when Iwalked, fairly high heeled shoes. No bra, no slip, nopanties. If we were playing strip poker, I couldn’t.