It was obvious that she was unsuccessfully trying to bring her emotions under control. In between sobs she would push away from me a bit and try to sa... something only to have it choked off. It was all I could do to keep control of my own feelings.As things quieted down and we both gained some meager control of our emotions, I said, "I'm Joe. Would you at least tell me your name?"She lifted up for a moment, wiped her eyes and pulled away from me to sit on the steps. She looked at me and at last. He smiled in return. "Aunt Joan, I have no intention ofgetting into any trouble. Baseball is far too important to me to mess itall up by becoming a rowdy." "And Mom, when have I ever been in trouble?" I asked her wearing my mostangelic smile. Mom burst out laughing upon looking at me. We all joinedin, but it made me wonder; did she think I was some kind of troublemaker?Sam did indeed eat more than his share of the rolls. He had four of them!Mom and I each had one apiece. He'd better be a good. They also said that I would be stunning if I'd lost a few pounds, Eric had commented but he loved it because I had large firm breasts.Back then I worked in an office full of horny women, and they would tell me of their exploits all the time, I was a quite highly sexed teen and I'd even been known to sneek off to the toilets and rub my pussy after they discussed their weekend exploits on a Monday morning. It was during one of these mondays that the subject of gloryholes came up. Needless to say. The neck was high, about three inches high, and was secured by four round material covered buttons. The sleeve cuffs had two buttons. When I had it on, I felt Victorian in it. I knew how well my sister had looked in it, and I was thrilled to know that it fit me just as well as it had fit her, only scant hours before I had put it on.The skirt took a bit of figuring. It was a wrap around, in a white and black plaid, that had two little belts over the left hip. I put on my very first skirt, not.