Of course. Why?"I shrugged. "No reason. I was just wondering. What kind of underwear does he like you to wear?"She frowned at me and scowled. It was b...coming a pattern. "What do you mean? It's underwear. Underwear is underwear." Of course, but does he prefer you to wear sexy red thongs and racy lace bras, or does he prefer you in white corsets and suspenders? He must have a preference. And what about hosiery? Does he like you in luxury bondage tights or traditional fishnets?" Daddy. Stop it!. .. can we have 'dessert' now?" she asked. I smiled. Such a good girl. I turned her back around to face the back of the car again and bent her over the trunk lid. This time she stayed where I put her and I tapped the insides of her legs. "Spread those legs for me, slut."She spread her legs wider than her shoulders and I pushed her dress up over her hips, baring her ass. "Ohhh..." she moaned as she felt the cool breeze blowing over her naked ass."Don't worry, my dirty little slut, you will forget. Nothing like making sure your little sissy is totaled imprisoned in hispink curlers and pin curls to make him feel so helpless,wimpy and sofeminine."My God" Denise?s cock was rock hard looking at you. There?s somethingso exciting about seeing a man or man helpless in pink curlers thatsends Denise over the edge.Denise then brought out the modern version of hair drying with an infrared dryer which was a series of radiant heaters arranged around yourhead so you dried with heat but no air blowing. I nodded and began to wash my hands. He finally finished draining his bladder, zipped up and joined me at the sink. We began a conversation about the road, the weather, and other things. I felt somewhat like a school boy who was too shy to talk to the popular k** in school.After we finished washing our hands and drying them under the blower we both exited the bathroom at the same time. I walked to one of the picnic tables s**ttered throughout the rest area. I chose one close to where the semis.