.. you are ... and too big to miss.”I turned to look ... really look. “He is a big one,” I said. “Tall and thin but broad. What do you weigh, ...r. Austin?”“One seventy five,” he said.“79.3 kilos,” I said.“That was quick,” Junior said.“I’ve lived ‘metric’ longer than ‘imperial,” I said. “I actually have to think.”“So ... you’re smarter than you look?”“I do ditzy well,” I agreed.“You do.”“So...” I asked, “The Basilisk is canned but not stocked.” I looked at Junior. “How well do you want to ‘Know’. We moved to the next washer and Lissa unloaded the rest of the towels, leaving only her big dildo sticking out of the laundry bag.“Lissa? What is that for?”“For my fantasy.”I put in the quarters and we took seats and began to neck. We played and touched, and she brought me to the edge once before apologizing and backing off to allow me to calm down. The first machine shifted to spin dry and Lissa jumped to her feet and pulled out the knob and stopped the machine. She opened the top and moved. I had thought that she’d blow up at me again, but her early start, very empty stomach and wet, stinking and filthy clothes had at last taken some of her attitude away, as I’d known they eventually would. The look could have killed, but the words were resigned and quiet.“I need something more to drink.”I decided not to yank her chain by calling her ‘sweetie’ again. She was being polite – for now.“Okay, Miss Gregson, I’ll get you some bottles of water. You could have had them six hours ago, you. "If you mean clothing, then yeah" I replied truthfully, not explainingthat she had never bought me a bra!So Sarah was nominated to come into the fitting booth with me, since shehad been foresighted enough to bring a small cloth tape measure."Okay, strip!" she commanded. "No, just the top! OK, now hold your handsup," and she measured me all around from fornt to back, with the tapejust below my fake boobs."Remember how I did this, Stacy, so you can do it yourself next time. Wegirls keep on.