Do you think I should put on a bra, or not?" Not. I like the way you look just like that. The more you show for me to see, the better I like it." Just...like a young man, or should I say, just like any man?" I don't know about any man, but I do know what I like." Knowing you, you would have me nude all the time I bet." as she walked toward the front door through the living room."Only in our home so that you don't get arrested, for indecent exposure." as I followed mom to the front door, watching. It had been ten long minutes since either of us had spoken. The warm, damp air inside the tent was heavy and ripe. A subtle but powerful mélange built slowly as the minutes passed. Smoke from our clothes, day old Samsung, the sweet smell of SPF40, and the wonderful tang of a healthy woman played in the air between us. At times each scent drifted through my mind like a waking dream. Moments later they would merge into such an overwhelming bouquet of fragrant mnemonics from the day that the sum. Sara turned Jay to face the wall and bent her over, Jay holding on to the wall for support. Sara looked around and picked up a small crop. She held it up to the crowd with a questioning look on her face.There were nods all around, giving Sara approval for her choice. She tapped it on her hand a few times, swished it through the air then stood to one side of Jay and hit her gently on her arse. Jay gave a little gasp and a jerk and moved her body slightly forward before bending over again. Sara. .pretty hot! You put the bra on and I help you with the clasp at the back of the dress. Not a single VPL or line in sight...just the dress clinging to your curves. By this time I'm ready too, and we head off to the concert. I've managed to get us two good seats at the last minute, and when it finishes at 9, I tell you I have another surprise: a romantic evening cruise on a Bateau Mouche down the Seine . We board the boat with all the other couples and take a glass of champagne each. .