But why did I think this was a training bra? It was way too loose infront. I asked the girl, "Hey, could you read the tag for me? I thinkthis bra's...too big."The girl shrugged. "It says 40 C. You're lucky, I'm tall and skinny."I was lucky, I thought to myself. I adjusted my breasts in their cups,then bent down to put on the blouse that was left on the bed. As I finished buttoning up, the girl started brushing my hair. Teasingit. Getting it to look just-so. When she was finished, she. . like Owen Divers, maybe.But this guy was a gorgeous hunk of beefy manhood. Tall and stately, but extremely well-developed muscularly.And he had a beard. What was it about men with beards that automatically rated them an extra three points in her book? And this wasn't just a little skimpy Van Dyke, this was a full-blown beard.Luscious, full, and hairy. Just the way she liked them.But she shouldn't be standing here drooling over him mentally, after all, he was Cathy's date."How do you do?". The dress had ridden up her more than ample thighs and I was faced with a huge amount of bare fleshy thigh. Her legs were huge! They were so big that even with knees wide apart as they usually were, half the length of her thighs were firmly stuck together! As usual though I could still see her kickers because of the position of the hem of her dress. This was not a pretty sight. She wore those thin but extremely large stretch cotton passion killers that had a kind of pattern woven into them.. Presents. I opened them and the first one contained ashortie nylon nightgown. Up until now I only wore the baby dolls. Itold Jill that I could not wait to put it on. The second box containeda dress. It was a short sleeved blue shift trimmed in white. It had asweetheart neckline. I rushed upstairs to try it on. Jill entered asI was taking off my short shorts. She handed me a package containingnylon thigh high stockings."Put these on too, honey. They will make the dress look better. .