They were gone for about 45 minutes and when they finally came down the stairs both girls were giggling and their hair was still damp. Lupe was wearin... a light summer dress and Donna had changed into a light full skirt and top. It was quickly apparent to Jim that neither girl was wearing a bra. Sitting down at the dinner table they had talked and laughed quite casually with no sense of any strain or tension. Donna continually took the opportunity to touch Lupe and to stroke her arm as if. She stroked him for a moment, her eyes riveted to his erection. Then she gazed up at him. She closed her eyes and parted her lips. With a soapy hand, she drew him down for a kiss.At first, he rebelled against the intimacy. A kiss was so... personal. But then he silently laughed at himself. He was willing to have sex with his own daughter, but he balked at a kiss? Instead of pushing her away, he pulled her closer. Her slippery body felt oh-so-good against his.When she finally broke the kiss, she. "This is NOT lounge wear," said Lou Anne firmly.The other women had seen the items while Brenda was displaying them and could imagine what they looked like."I bet it looks delicious," said Brenda, from the other side of the screen."Like I have a use for something like this," said Lou Anne."Any man would salivate for you if he saw you in that," said the saleswoman."You have to have a man first," said Lou Anne. "And I have a little boy. I couldn't wear this around the house. Besides, butt floss. Just before the end of the platform, I took one mighty leap and reached out for the rail of the platform of the parlor car. Pulling myself over the railing, I stood for a moment and straightened out my topcoat. Upon entering the car, I was thrown onto an oversized chair as the train tilted to one side. The wheels screeched and sparks flew as the train rounded the curve at high speed.The car swayed from side to side and the clickity clank of the wheels indicated the train was gaining even more.