I later foundout that Jenny had arranged this by arranging a bra in such a manner tocreate the tan lines of a bikini."You said I could call you Marie ...f you ever had a bikini tan and youhave a garterbelt tan too!" Yes but I am your boyfriend Mark." But me no buts and prove you are man enough to keep your wordgirlfriend! You said I could call you Marie! Now Marie I think it's timewe went shopping. You know you have no choice on your garterbelt,panties and stockings but I will leave the rest of. I looked at myself in the mirror and thought not bad. I headed downstairs.Greg was waiting for me in the living room, still in just his spandex shorts, clearly aroused. “There is my beautiful wife. Come here baby” Greg said. I moved to Greg and we kissed deeply. I felt Greg’s hands on my shoulders and he was gently pushing me down. I dropped to my knees. I licked his budge through his shorts. “That’s my good cock hungry wife. Now suck!” I pulled his shorts to the floor and out sprang his hard. She walked home quickly, the chilly wind blowing up her plaid skirt, and her white oxford blouse barely offering her any warmth. She stops to pull up her knee highs, when out of the corner of her eye she sees a black van driving down the street. The driver is a medium build man, about six foot with long black hair with alburn streaks.He shouts from the van, "Hey cutie, need a ride?" Not likeing the tone in his voice, she shivers and quickly stutters out, "It's ok, I don't live far." The man's. So, changing the names serves two purposes. First, to protect the innocent. Second, to pull the SOL version more closely in line with the fully rewritten release version on Kindle. Thank you, Denny Wheeler, for volunteering to do one more proofreading edit. Any remaining errors are because of my stubborness.This is a work of fiction. If you recognize someone, please don't tell them. Any resemblance is strictly coincidental and probably highly insulting!Place: Northern Indiana or a reasonable.