Then a simple melody began to be heard, so sad and plaintive. Almost like all hope was gone and everything was about to go to hell in a hand basket. T...en it sort of trailed off and faded out until the very last note was gone."Jesus Fuckin' H Christ, Homer, what in hell was you doin' there? You made my brain itch." I all but yelled at him. "What in hell kind of music was that? You ain't goin' to try to play that on stage, are you?" I mean we was (and still are) a country western trio of some. I actually had a slight hourglass figure. I was a little taken aback by what I truly saw. Tracy finished her touch-ups and told me it is time to have Suzy and Brooke help me out. I walked into the room to two women giving each other some soft kisses. They turned and looked at me, one with a measuring tape. Suzy quickly measured my waist, hips, chest, and inseam. Finally she went to her car and returned with several articles of clothing. I started trying on several skirt and blouse combinations.. After a little hemming and hawing and a few more sips of beer, she agreed.Laney started rubbing the suntan oil on Marcia’s back and shoulders and worked her way down to her ass and thighs and all the way to her feet. Then she had Marcia roll over and started rubbing it on the front of her shoulders, her sides, bypassing her tits, down to her stomach. Bob and I were disappointed at that, and then she started working her way back up and BINGO! She started massaging the oil into Marcia’s perky. Then I had to go for the nipples. Twisting her left nipple between two fingers tightly, while pinching the other, she moaned when I allowed her to, but did not resist. At this point I had not yet paid any attention to the gold mine between her legs. There would be plenty of time for this. Testing limits, reading a woman is a process and it was going perfectly. “Close your legs” I ordered her as they were wide open which was premature in my scheme of things. She obeyed immediately, which was a.