At that point I walked over to him and sat down on the coffee table in front of him with my legs rslightly apart showing my pussy and the light behind...the couch was shining through my sheer blouse exposing my breasts. I then reached up and started to unbutton my blouse as I told him the tour of my sights begins right now! After undoing the last button and opening my blouse up to the width of my nipples apart I told him I would like to see his sights too! At that point all he could think to do. I went to the bins, where the woman had been getting the wrong sizes for them and got the right ones for each girl in various colors. Whenever one went back into the changing room I went to the door, held the right sized bras over the top and told them these were what they needed. I soon had a shocked group of seven girls standing outside their changing room, in their bras, after they looked in the mirror. They then asked the other girls how the bra I gave them looked.Two girls walked out of. La sanza se usne kaafi naughty type panties aur bra li to mene majak mei kaha koi mil gya kya she said haan aur color bar se red lipstick (I love red). Mujhe ek naughty panty pasnad aai thi usmei se to mene kaha mei apni wife k liye zaroor lunga ye.Shaam ko usne mujhe apne ghar bulaya uska ek flat hai akeli rehti hai mene apne ghar pe bol dia tha ki friend k ghar jar ha hu, jab uske ghar gya vo usne red color ki lipstick lagai hui thi aur night gown mei thi usne dinner banaya hua tha humne. 'How does someone run wrong?!' I was in perfect shape at that age, if I say so myself. Both Chris and I had washboard abs and fairly modest biceps and triceps. We had broad shoulders and not the worst pecs in the world. We also had pretty decent bubble butts that attracted attention from both sexes. Anyway, I needed to relinquish myself of my aching bladder. "Can I go to the bathroom?" I asked. "Why couldn't you go when you were changing?" Coach Bitch asked. Shit. I knew he was going to ask.