Right...now?" yes, right now, first thing you should have done". She let out a small sigh, and looked down. She began to undo the buttons on her dress... until it was open top to bottom, and then took it off and folded it carefully on the stool. She had a huge black sateen bra on, and a long black underskirt. The bra hooked in the front, and there were at least eight or ten hooks. The thing had to be custom-made. She undid one by one. With each one that was undone, her boobs moved a bit, until,. “First off, why does Mexico closing its border create a national emergency? Nobody needs to go there. And they can’t just send people they don’t want into the US. Border Patrol won’t let anyone out of Mexico without prior approval. Unless they scale the wall and make a run for it.”“And what’s going to happen to the Mexican economy? The Sunday report on TV—which had all the fancy graphics Joan told us would come out—cited Mexico’s dependence on trade with the US. Where are they going to sell. Maybe they sensed the changes within me. Who better, after all,to identify with what I was going though then?But after I had stroked my panties, feeling my skin beneath the soft, slicksilk, Melissa coughed discreetly and I looked up, blushing furiously."Susan, it's time for your first bra." It is your first, isn't it?" she added impishly.My cheeks on fire, yet with eagerness hard to conceal, I reached out to takethe bra from Marie's outstretched arms. It matched the panties, a combinationof. Leaving them to carry on I sat in the kitchen watching them work.My mind was playing tricks on me as I fantasised about them, especially the really good looking one, they were both slim and fit, the more I watched the more I could feel my pussy throbbing. I was wearing a white skirt and white blouse and my nipples were aching. Another half hour had elapsed when the two lads came to the door, “Finished” I asked as they nodded.They stepped into the kitchen and I asked “How much” and the good.