Without the hat the dress caught the eye and it flattered her Junoesque figure, clinging to the good bits and forming smooth curves in-between, it was knee length but slit, sitting as she was it revealed she was wearing holdup stockings, another change, when she caught me wearing stockings one night we were out she accused me of pandering to male ideas of eye candy. She let me go and touched the hat self-consciously, smiled apologetically. “I am not going to leave Mark.”
Carol shook her head. She kept that quiet.”
Carol smiled at her memories. I better call a taxi.”
I did not want her to go. “No stupid, I wanted you, instead I had to lie there watching you with him in the mirror. My sight returned as the blood flowed back into my head, Carol had my panties and was balling them up, “Sauce for the goose,” she winked and eased them into her mouth. “I saw that film, actually with you, and you thought it was scarey…. “Stay there.” Read 29202 times |
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“I need to get ready for all the I told you so’s from my mother.”
“Ah,” I said lamely, thinking of her mother and her disapproving snarky remarks at my
