"You're right, Jane," said Jacqui. She still sounded too astonished. "This will be perfect for tonight. I hadn't thought about wearing these together....Thanks for pointing out the ensemble."Jacqui dropped the slacks on the bed and started to put on the Blouse."Come on, Jane," I said to my self. "Tell her to lose the sports bra and put on a real one."Jane came through for me. She glanced at the PEEPER and said "Jacqui, why don't you wear your black lace bra instead of the sports bra." Jane glared. " Cruder would-be suitors might make such comments as, "Her cunt is tighter than a miser's wallet." Such can be the assessment of males who failed to reach the desired goal.But from her perspective if ever she was inclined to engage in a sexual relationship, it would have to be with a man she trusted.In order the complicate matters further I shall assume that Alexis was not a "cold bitch," far from it. In order to cope with her sexual needs she used what she referred to as, "My friend Sparky,". Grandma had big tits, that’s all there was to it. At times, I had noticed that she wore no bra, and I could see the impression of her nipples on the blouse she was wearing. At 13 I noticed all female tits, especially my mom’s and Grands. I got up and took a piss, then pulled off my undies and put on some shorts, just as Grands opened the bedroom door. I stood there, my semi-boner still sticking out of my shorts. I didn’t turn away from her. In fact, I turned toward her,. Now that my marriage was defunct and Leanne and I were no longer conducting World War Three, Sam and I became closer. I was grateful that our 'father-daughter' relationship had survived unscathed.We sold the house and with only some minor haggling, Leanne and I split all our finances. I moved into a spacious condo. I spent most of my free time with my friends and daughter and yet managed to continue a very good exercise regimen.So after so many months, I was finally content with my life. I was.