Selbst auf ein ganz primitives Handy mit dem man "nur" telephonieren konnte hatte er verzichtet.Nun rollte er gemächlich mit seiner grünen Ente übe... eine sich in herrlichen Serpentinen windenden Strasse durch eine prächtige, sonnenbeschienene italienische Landschaft voller üppiger Weinberge. Er hatte das Verdeck seines reichlich angejahrten, aber von ihm trotzdem innig gebliebten 2CV zurück gefaltet und genoss die warme Sommerluft die ihm, dem Stadtmenschen Gerüche zutrug die er nicht immer. ...ram me.."But wait...he was talking to her again. "Could you open your legs a bit, I need to measure the inseam?" He was requesting in a nice, gentle voice...but her mind was spinning "Inseam? That means he was going to go *gulp* between her legs now....oh GOD!" She picked up her 4" high heeled foot off the carpet and placed it wider, making her legs more than 1 foot wide. She was having trouble believing herself. Here she was, wife of one of the most powerful man in the country, definitely. Occasional I would slide into the water to wet myself, or turn over onto my belly. He would do the same. The normal suntan lines were not visible so I could tell that he suntanned nude. I on the other hand had pale white thin stripes covering just my nipples of my B cup breasts and a thin line and patch from a skimpy thong.He never flaunted his manhood but without gawking I could tell semi placid it was about 5 inches and a girth to make any girl have weak knees. Slowly casual conversation. I hated shopping, but at least it gave me something to do and took my mind of Sandra for a little while. We drove into the shopping centre and started going through the various shops for new stuff. I was a touch taller and thinner so I needed a fair amount of new things. Not to mention my new tail issues.We picked out a lot of the normal stuff in the regular places, I spent several boring hours trying on piles of clothing till Mum decided we had enough. She then took me to a little place called.