As the first motorcycle passed, the passenger held up a sign that read, “Show your tits!” Looking at me with a devilish grin on her face Ann proce...ded to lift her top displaying the prize the bikers wanted. She was excited and her hard nipples showed it. Each bike that passed us was honking their approval. It was so funny, yet erotic and daring. After arriving home and pulling into the driveway, we were still laughing from the naughty fun we had. Ann was still just wearing the net top without. " It doesn't work that way," mom said. "Using cosmetics builds on eachpart you are using. When you know what to do you can get away with less.but you have to remember it takes practice before you can get away with aminimalist touch. At the very least you need a foundation and some powderas well as whatever you get."Jenny bit her lip. "What do you suggest then?" If you want it simple maybe you should just get some eyeliner for now."Jenny thought about it and agreed. Mom took her to the counter. I remember our A/C was on the fritz, but figured we could sweat it out till we got to Bozeman to get it check out. It wasn't real hot, but hot enough to make the ride sweaty and more miserable than we expected. It was almost 3:30 pm when we finally got driving through the Gallatin Canyon which is about 50 miles from Bozeman. At the time we were looking at hitting Bozeman by 4:30 or 5:00 pm.As I drove I kept looking over at my wife. She was looking real sexy, all sweaty in her sundress that was. ‘Do I really have that effect on you?’ he asked. Bonnie smiled back at him and nodded. ‘Yes,’ she replied. ‘You do.’ ‘Gee,’ Peter said. ‘It’s so nice of you to say that and boost the fragile ego of a poor traveling salesman.’ ‘Knock it off,’ Bonnie laughed. ‘You do as much for my ego as I do for yours.’ Peter grinned and said, ‘I like the way you’re packaged tonight.’ ‘If the meal’s as good as you claim it’s going to be, maybe you’ll get to unwrap the package later,’ Bonnie shot back, surprised.