I stepped into silkypink nylon high-waist panties (these allow plenty of room for growth!).Then I slipped into a cerise slip (actually it was bought a... a nightie). Iput on a black blouse, but didn't bother with a skirt as my slip more orless covered my stocking-tops. On with my 3" heels, some tarty lipstickand a spritz of perfume. Then into the lounge to watch the video.I have a mirror set up under the picture window so that I can watch myselffondling my underwear as I watch the TV. I don't. It also started itch and it was all she could do to stop from scratching herself in front of the children. She wasn't wearing panties, and was surprised at the feeling. What was doing this too her? She asked herself. She clamped her legs shut, and finished the candy distribution. When the door was closed she walked to the kitchen and grabbed a napkin. She wiped herself, but was interrupted by a ring of the doorbell. She coursed and walked to her job for the night. As soon as those kids were. Honestly, it's surprising that the truck arrived when it did and not an hour or two later."Fuuuck...." You zoom past a teacher and he yells at you to slow down, but you barely register it as you rush to your classroom.You wanted to start your last year of school off on a positive note...Now it looks like you're going to be stuck in detention already. Mrs Jefferson has been your homeroom teacher for the last three years and she always had a zero-tolerance policy for tardiness. It probably came. And, that’s the problem.”I frowned in thought for a moment, and then I nodded. “Most women don’t want to live on a ranch in Montana.”“Exactly, and there’s rich, and then there’s merely wealthy.” He smiled at my obvious confusion. “The ranch is just under seventeen thousand acres, and we have all the mineral rights, too. Between ranching, agriculture, other businesses, and the oil leases, we bring in about three million per year. Most of that money goes into the family trust, and another chunk.