"I think you should try it on."Julia began to object, but I wasn't listening this time. I demonstratedhow serious I was by helping her take her tee sh...rt and jeans off. "Uh,one small problem - you can't wear your bra with this dress." I like it better already," she said, and before I knew it her bra wason my bed. There were those gorgeous breasts again - so much bigger andnicer than mine! She held her arms straight up and I slid the dressdown over her body, then did up the buttons at the back. Quite an experience.So we are playing the Cafasoso in Munich. After the show this guy comes up. Seems he is looking for new talent. The gig is in Venice next month, and it is outdoors! Right in St. Mark's square! Our sound will be bouncing off of all that fine Renaissance architecture.It's a good gig. The city fathers of Venice have built a wooden platform that covers several acres of St. Mark's plaza. We get the crowd up and rocking. They are stomping so hard I'm afraid the campanile will fall. The white button down shirt that she had on only buttoned with two buttons and then tied at the waist moved with her every turn in a way that barely hid the sway of her large, full boobs. The plaid skirt may not have hidden her pubic hair, had it not all been shaved. As it was, her tanned legs emerged and ran a beautiful course all the way down to her black patent leather shoes. She had pulled her hair into two pig tails and was licking on a large lollipop in a way that no little girl EVER. "Tonight you'll be taking the same delicacy."Beaming at the mirror, Carol gave herself the thumbs up and turned around. She walked out of her home, got into her sedan, and headed for the bar.After twenty minutes, she parked the car beside a large trash can and looked to her left. There was a well-worn neon sign with blinking orange lights. It was emblazoned with the rusty sculpture of a nude girl; her legs were entwined around the stem of a cocktail glass, and one hand grasped its rim. To the.