Week after week went by and I was beginning to believe that I was wasting my time and should just go online and try to hookup with this person. But I ...ecided to give it one more try. So this night I decided to actually dress sexily to see if that would make a difference. I went to my closet and found a short tartan school girl skirt which was very short and barely covered my ass. With this I wore a white blouse which tied just underneath my breasts leaving my toned belly bare. Next I got some. She’s late twenties, perhaps thirty, blonde hair just down to her shoulders, pretty with an open face. She looks like an older version of my teen daughter. Before now, just for me, she’s worn my daughter’s grey pleated school miniskirt, white knee socks and white schoolgirl knickers. She’s got the kind of figure all men want, with big firm breasts and good legs. The kind of body men ogle in porn and men like me will pay for. She’s dressed for me the way I asked. White blouse, tight grey skirt,. It’s parked outside. And I do have a House of Fraser storecard. You’re absolutely right!” “So what’s the story, morning glory?” Wendy frowned. “Sorry?” “Song title. You don’t know it?” “I don’t listen to anything much besides Classic FM,” Wendy admitted. “So, how come you’ve got a bun in your oven? Where’ve you been rolling the pastry?” “You mean how did I get to be pregnant? It was at a party. I got a bit high. I mean I’d taken stuff before, but not a lot. A few pills, a few lines, you. Sandra had dark brown shoulder length hair and a lovely young figure, firm breasts and smooth hips and long legs. She had two younger brothers and two sisters - one older (Maureen) and another sister two years younger (Karen).Sandra lived about 3 miles away, and the only transport I had was my bike, so I used to cycle over to her parents' house to see her. As we had finished our exams, we didn't have to attend school every day, and on this day I got my cycle out and rode over to see Sandra,.