So tell her that her tits are fuckin' nice!"Jason then just blurted it out loudly. "Your tits are fuckin' nice!" I felt my face turning bright red as ...hey both stared at me."Ok baby girl now take off them cute little shorts and panties you've got on." The old man continued.A stream of tears now flowing down my face, I took off my little sandals off first and proceeded with the short shorts and my white satin panties. "Keep looking at her." The old man demanded to Jason.Jason just kept staring. It gives her an air of feigned innocence, the sweet girl gone naughty. She's already playing games with me."And here to challenge the champ," she giggles shyly, "is his own wife, the grappling Princess!" She friskily flexes her ample biceps, and I spy the slight lumps of triceps underneath. Cute, but strong. She may be a woman, but she will still be a difficult opponent in the ring.In this match-up, I have a slight height advantage and good upper body strength, but she is solidly built, and. Sandy looked about. "My God, Kathy, every guy in the place is staring at you!" She leaned back on the bar stool and took a long pull at her drink. "This is going to work out great! You attract 'em and I'll take my pick."I glanced out onto the dance floor. She was right. It did seem like all the guys were eyeing me hungrily, their gaze jumping quickly between my breasts and my tightly clenched thighs. I found myself growing warmer in a way that even the humid air in the room couldn't explain.I. We were moving right along, when I realized that it was getting late, already past six. We loaded the pickup with more hickory before I took the two men up to the house with me where I had to think about what I should pay them. They had given me a little over eight hours of labor, so I figured eight an hour would be fair. I gave each man seventy dollars and they just stood there and stared at the money. I got it across that they had worked hard for me, and I wanted to use them again tomorrow. I.