You know women; I'll tell you what she wants when I figure that out myself," I communicated my confusion with him with a shrug of my shoulders and my ...one of voice.Tom actually looked up and smiled at me, when I said that,"When YOU'VE figured out what women want, you just let me know too!" He laughed at that. He reminded me of the punch line of the old joke about understanding a woman's mind, "How many lanes wide did you want that highway to be?"I mentioned that I should probably, for insurance. " Eh," she scoffed. "I'm okay. I would have been here earlier, but I had a little wardrobe issue." How the hell does Matilda think she's going to get any good photos of me if I'm dressed like this? Who is she going to sell them to? Farmer's Almanac?Charlie shook his head. "No, I mean it. You're looking good." He stepped forward and offered her the rose. "Here. For you."Tricia blinked at it stupidly for a moment. The flower caught her completely off-guard.He shifted nervously. "I would have. ” She said as her bra hit the floor; revealing firm, round, C cup breasts. She then found herself reaching for the pink tank top. What is gong on here? I just did what he said. “Ryan, what the hell?”“What?” Ryan asked.“You just told me to put on that pink tank and I did.”“Walk out to the living room and I will tell you.”Michelle shrugged and walked out there. Ryan smiled as she sat on the couch. No need to use control there. Michelle was still looking a little confused.“Okay, it is pretty. I was determined that this weekend was going to be the weekend that this fantasy was going to come true. So I waited and waited until my husband went to pick up our Pit Passes. A few spots down from us were a group of guys that consistently stared me down while they touched themselves so I knew this was a great opportunity tom make this fantasy happen. I proceeded to walk down to their campsite. Once I arrive I asked the group of guys who had the biggest cock. I explained to them the fantasy I.