In the health and beauty section, we got all of the grooming supplies that I thought would be necessary. She helped by picking out soap, toothpaste, a...d feminine products without my assistance. It was a relief that she had anticipated what I wanted her to do. Things slowed down a little when we stopped at the hair dye section. I asked her which package was the closest to her natural color. She seemed a little confused, but eventually pointed to a box that had a picture of a girl with mousey. " "Oh, I wouldn't worry about the other guys. They won't be around for long. I told you that it's only guys like you that I'm really interested in that I forced into dresses and pantyhose?" "But why?" "Why? I'll show you why. Lift your skirt. Go on." He pulled up his tight evening gown. Trista told him to pull it up farther, and he did. "Look at those pretty legs! Beautiful legs like those, going to waste in pants." He dropped his skirt, and scowled. "Oh, come on!" she teased. She tried. "That you Jack?" I asked. There wasn't any answer and with the shampoo in my hair and all over my face I couldn't open my eyes and look."Jack?" I asked again but there still wasn't any answer then I felt Jack's hands underneath my arms cupping my breasts and playing with my nipples, now that was a nice surprise! "Oh God Jack, that feels so nice. Really nice, pinch my nipples baby ... un huh ... un huh, just like that ... oh yes Jack, that's good ... what brought this on honey?" No answer, maybe. My own pussy was throbbing and my nipples were standing out like thimbles. “Excuse me.” The voice made me jump. I looked up and there just a few yards away, was a young man--eighteen or nineteen. “I am thinking I must be lost. Can you help?” He was Indian, judging by the look of him, and his accent. Good looking, slender, wearing shorts, a t-shirt and flip-flops. He held out a map. “Sure.” I said. He crouched down next to me and showed me his map. “Are we here?” He pointed to a place up the.