Now look at those lacy socks and shiny littleshoes and tell me you want to be connected with snails and puppy dogtails?" Here, hold your arms up," Tra...y said grabbing the bouffant slip toremove it from the hanger. Mark sucking on the pacifier embraced thesound produced by that classic, so very characteristic rustling as theslip moved. Mark knew it was the layer of taffeta shifting over thenetting and gathered chiffon for the underskirts. It was making himswoon. The silkiness touched his. Actually, I had not given it a thought. Attending the proms was right up there on my list with being slowly tortured to death. "How about being my date for the prom" she blurted out. I was astonished. This girl was asking me to the prom. "Unless you're gay or something" she continued. "What?" I said, not believing what I had just heard. "Well some of the girls were saying that they have done everything they can think of to get your attention without any success, and they know you don't date, at. The screen showed the view I saw walking along the hall to the bedroom. I closed my eyes when it peeped through the door. I already knew what it showed. Kate with her head on the pillow, arse in the air, being ponded from behind. The pain was just too fresh to re-live that scene yet. I opened them in time for when I’d put the phone on the floor. With no visual, just a view of the hall ceiling, I had to imagine Mr and Mrs Adulterer lying side by side on the bed. I couldn’t make out the audio. My nipples responded by becoming rock hard, standing to attention through the thin material of my dress, because I had also forgot to put on a bra. I gazed along the platform to find many eyes now focusing on me, on my massively swollen clitoris and hairy, moist pussy, and I found it difficult to stifle a smile. A couple of very young men stood with their mouths wide open, seemingly unaware of this reaction. A middle-aged man grinned and nudged his wife, who looked horrified - but still looked..