" I don't think ..." Stroke it." Can I use some lube or something?" We still have half a tube Tiger Balm. Would you like that?" Please, no." Maybe you...need some fantasy material. Have a look at this."She handed me her iPad, opened to my Facebook page. The "Notification"indicator showed the number "43." Two more flashed on the screen while Iwas looking at it.She showed me the photo she had posted of me in the miniskirt andmidriff top, asking for help in finding someone to wax my body. It had281. ." She measured around him around his waist andsaid. "Twenty-seven inches. Hips." She measured around the largest pointof Jack's hips and announced that they were. "Thirty-eight inches, whichmeans that you are a little heavy hipped, but not too bad. I mean you don'thave saddle bags or anything and a lot of women are a little larger throughtheir hips than around their chest. We can't all be cover girls." She giggled.Even though he was highly embarrassed, he figured it best to join in. Three of the girls wanted to Karioke and they left. Shelia and I sat nursing a margarita each and talking. We left the restaurant and I was driving us to Shelia's apartment. She was feeling pretty good. Now Shelia was early 50's and had put on the over 40 office weight. She was still quite attractive. As we drove to her place she asked how I lost my virginity. With the alcohol and thought I might get a chance at those massive tits I answered. I told her I was in junior high and a high. You can wear a coat or jacket over a halter, and no one will know until you take it off -- but you can flip down the top, and everybody's happy!" I ran a hand along her leg. "Jeans, are tight. They're a bitch. Better to wear stretch pants, or a track suit -- something with an elastic waistband. Best is a skirt, preferably wrap-around, and NO PANTIES! That makes life easier for everyone! Racy nylons and a garter belt are optional..." I grinned, looking her over. "What kind of shoes are you.