In just a pair of panties and a tank top I could see the smooth definition of my curves. To me it was nothing to rant about, but looking at it in a ne... light I noted the nice shaping of my hips and imagined holding a girl from behind with hips like mine. The idea was exciting. My imagination ran away with itself as I envisioned myself thrusting a plastic cock into another girl from behind. A primal urge overcame me and I threw myself on the bed with an emphatic groan. I dug through the drawer. "Fucking hell bruv, she's a fine piece of ass!" he muttered under his breath. They came into the room, taking their trousers and boxers off, revealing their rock-hard cocks. One of them got on the bed beside me and ran his hands up my stockinged legs, saying "aren't you a hot little snow bunny!" as he pulled up my skintight black skirt, revealing my bare cheeks, tight satin thong and queen of spades tramp-stamp. He squeezed and slapped my cheeks, "Nice and thick," then pulled aside my thong,. She stepped out of his mother's car completely at ease and walked over to a nice store he had been by a thousand times but never entered. By the time she left she had purchased over $150 worth of clothing, which didn't end up being much. She looked at the watch she borrowed from her mother; she had 5 minutes to get to Michelle's. He went inside the small salon going up to the receptionist's desk, announcing her name. The lady nodded and said Michelle was just about done. After about 10 minutes. Jeff took me to dinner at The Rose Tattoo in his new Civic Hybrid. Nothing but the best for his honey. He was now a man of means. Our table sat by a wrought iron railing on the second floor, surrounded by hanging plants. Had we been told we were actually on a balcony in the Vieux Carré in New Orleans, we could have believed it. After dessert I broached the subject. ‘I know it’s not late, but a proper young lady should not be staying out on a week night. I’m afraid I’m going to have to ask you.