When I finally left, I never re-buttoned my thong. It felt so amazing walking around feeling naked under my skirt. It was then that I realized I wante... to dress even sluttier than Lauren.I masturbated every day that week in the same spot, and I loved it each time. Before I knew it, it was Friday. I got up that morning wondering what I should wear. It was very hot outside, so I wanted to wear something cool. I was still thinking about Lauren in her skimpy tennis dress, and I really wanted to. And enjoy yourself!” She patted my bum as our names boomed out over the PA and Jodie lead me onto the stage. She was certainly right about the lights. I had to squint until my eyes became acclimatized to the glare, and I wish my ears could do the same against the relentless, grinding bass from the stage’s monitor speakers. Almost like the proverbial rabbit, I froze in the spinning, multi-coloured spotlights. Sensing my unease, Jodie quickly slipped behind me and, putting her hands on my hips,. She had done so well with the shotgun that I thought we could hold off on the rifle question.The other job was to get her a holster made up for the .38 so she could wear it in the cross-draw position. I explained that the results with the shotgun had gone so well, I thought we could stick with the .38 she already had. Without a rifle to complicate the issue, we did not need to worry about too many different kinds of ammunition.We immediately took the shotgun and the .38 with us to the saddler. .I thought of all the TV shows I had seen…the honeymoon stereotypes…the couple would out to eat, dancing, and all sorts of things…then that night…she goes into the bathroom and comes out in a really sexy and revealing gown….or she holes herself up in the bathroom and finds excuses to stay in there, being afraid to come out. I thought about the options…since I was expecting the whole sexy nightgown routine…maybe…go for a swim…and then out to eat…and then come back and then…? I was not prepared.