" Look, pal!" Freddie interrupted, "y'can't go past all the small things... like these little savoury things for supper? Terry and I'll watch the crim... shows together, with maybe a glass of wine. Roast meal Sundays with the family altogether. It don't sound like much, but, y'know? I wouldn't trade it for all the tottie on the road..." Course not, Freddie. Like I said, I envy you." Yeah, well, mate. I'd better get home. I did say I'd be home for dinner." I wonder how the girls are gettin' on?. "That's about the tenth version." But this cow," said Robert, making a wry face and trying to sound serious, "I don't know about her." It's a horse," Caroline cried with a laugh, snatching the page from his fingers. "I'd like to see you do any better." Not me," Robert said. "I can't even draw a decent map." I've been thinking about the store and your advertisement," said Caroline, ready to spring her carefully prepared surprise. "Look at this." It's very nice, well done," Robert said holding. I got there first, and had grabbed a table in the corner. She arrived moments later. She had short blond hair, blue eyes, was only about 5'1" tall, weighed maybe 95 lbs, had decent sized perky boobies, the shape of which could be seen through her tight tank top, and quite a round ass for someone so small. She carried herself well, very gracefully but also with a very sexy, seductive air. We got on really well, and I even went with her to her dad's church that following Sunday - her dad was the. She lifted up a cordless microphone and spoke, “The Breast Cancer Committee and I would like to welcome all of you men here for our first annual Bra, Panties, and High Heels Fashion Show. Thanks to all of you we raised more than we had hoped for. Please encourage the ladies as they come out and feel free to take pictures.”Then the woman let her robe drop to the floor. She kicked it off the stage and onto my lap. She turned and walked away showing us that her panties were thongs. She turned.