"But, we'll have to keep sales ladies from seeing what size we pick out." Jonathan said to her.
"Yes. Well, I can say that I'm shopping for my taller, thinner, little sister, but I have to try them on, as well. Unless you know what size you are?" Marsha asked Jonathan.
"No, I don't." he said, lowering his head.
"Well, once we get an idea of that, we won't even really have to try things on. We'll get things that don't need to fit precisely right. Skirts and sweaters don't have to fit just so, do they?" Marsha said to Jonathan.
"Oh, but I want everything to look perfect!" Jonathan whined.
"Don't be a silly girl. You'll look fine once I get through with you." Marsha said to him.
Jonathan smiled at her. His hard-on was pressing against the tight crotch of his jeans.
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