“How old was he?”
“Eighteen, getting ready to graduate high school and start college.
“Don’t interrupt. Let me finish my story. I then had him get dressed again, and we went to Walmart, except this time he wasn’t wearing his jeans and sweatshirt. He was wearing one of my tight, white tee shirts and a pair of light pink short shorts. He was very reluctant at first, but with a little blackmail with all the pictures that I’d show around school, he went along dressed that way. I guess he didn’t realize how visible that sexy lace bra was through that thin white tee.
“It was a Saturday afternoon, and the store was packed. At first he refused to even get out of the car, but I assured him that no one would even notice. Besides if he didn’t there were always the pictures. I threatened to go rig
