I see time wasted. I see days upon days melted away into nothing. Pictures that bring back no memory, faces that no longer make my pulse race. When I ...ee beautiful people, I feel sorry for them. Beautiful people have so much further to fall, so much more disappointment to feel, when at last the final glow fades from their cheeks and that sparkle dies in their eyes. When their lovers look upon them with no surprise, no thrill. When every kiss tastes of ashes and every touch burns, when every. Even if no sex were involved, I’d still like to be friends with Sue. I longed for the days we used to play together, but I suppose those days were long gone, never to return. I better get used to it.Sue put her shoes on and the girls started practice as I watched. I didn’t know much about volleyball but that was about to change. I knew that the ball bounced from team to team and you only had three hits per team to get the ball back over the net. But that was about the extent of my knowledge.I. My short skirt that usually stopped half way up my thighs rode up a little exposing the upper thighs of my legs. The fire started again and I felt the heat radiate onto my body.When I turned around and looked back I saw Tommy staring at my ass. Oh god, I couldn't get into this again... not now... not when my husband and daughter are in the house."Mom, you look great. That skirt is so hot and your blouse shows off your tits so well."He was so upfront, so sure of himself."Tommyyyy... maybe you. I look like your average soccer mom, but don't have any k**s. When I give someone a down-blouse they're usually very surprised. Anyway, heres my thrift store adventure.Hubby gets days off through the week and we cruise around the county looking for places to flash. Last week we found a thrift store in a strip mall, pretty much in the middle of nowhere. I was wearing my loose down-blouse sweater, my demi-bra and jean skirt with thong underwear. Hubby ordered me to take off my bra while he parked.