You shouldn’t be peeking up girls skirts Bob,” Dawn said. “You are being very naughty and I think you deserve some special and personal attentio... from Julie and I.” “Julie why don’t you pick out some panties to go with the bras that Bob picked out along with the bra that you have in your hand. I think that since I am close in bra size to your wife, I can model the bras for you and since you seem to like Julie’s legs so much she can model the panties. Bob you can just sit down by our dressing. I'd have three, maybe four, hair stylists, myself included. All would be attractive young women; not scantily clad, but dressed to get the attention of any guy who has a pulse. I'm thinking hip hugging jeans and tight tee shirt, something with the shop's name and number on the back, would be the uniform of the shop. I'd give the girls pretty much free reign as to how much or how little they wanted to entice their customers. There'd be no nudity, no touching the girls and only the contact with. Yep, talking to Julia is definitely the right thing to do."I can't say the idea appealed to me. Like I said, Steve and I were friends and I got along with Julia all right but in the real world, you really don't like to admit confusion to the woman who is dating your ex. But there was some sense to it too, and I had to admit, there was something comfortable about talking to someone not quite so close to your own life.So it was the next night that I found myself in the same coffee shop, facing. The two embraced in a passionate kiss. As emotional as she felt, Brenda knew she had to keep her feelings in check. Tonight was not about passion; it was solely sexual lust.Brenda took Jeff’s strong hand and placed it under her short skirt to allow him to see she was not wearing panties. Jeff knew exactly what to do. His middle finger slid softly between Brenda’s pouting pussy lips and caressed her tiny clit. She felt his finger slide past her silky softness and enter her tight hole. Jeff.