As was her pink hair.‘Well, come in,’ she said. ‘Come in.’I followed her into the tiny entrance hall. ‘Just leave your b...gs here,’ she said. ‘We can take them up later. But first I expect you’ll need some refreshment. Was it a long journey?’‘Not too bad. About four hours. Well, maybe five, I guess.’She nodded and looked me up and down again. ‘Yes, you’ve certainly grown.’ From her expression, and the tone of her. His name was Ron and had a body builder body. So Cheryl made an appointment to meet Ron along the way and take him to the club with the rest of us. He would be Rebecca’s mate for the evening.As I drove with Cheryl in the front seat with me, Rebecca sat in the back with anticipation of meeting Ron for the first time. When we picked up Ron, I immediately got jealous, thinking of Ron fucking my wife. But Cheryl did not mention that Ron had been to this club several times and could not. Joe went into the garage and changed into his dry shorts and Amy and I went in the house to change. I changed into my white shorts and a blue tee-shirt, and Amy wore the blue stripped shirt that I had worn to the bar. We decided to sit on lawn chairs in the garage to talk, and I set up the heater because Amy was getting cold. Amy was next to me and Joe was facing us, about three feet away. We continued to talk and drink beer, the conversation was slowly turning to topics of nudity and. When at last it was the night before her flight, I called her up and, after conversing on our respective days, instructed her to wear a short skirt and blouse for the flight. I offered no further explanation, preferring instead to let her imagination dwell on the matter.True to her word, when she stepped through airport security, the first thing I noted was that she was dressed as I had instructed. She had a short black skirt on that came to about mid-thigh and a white sheer blouse. Her.