Your bodies were so similar that Stacy would often borrow your clothes, and one time she convinced you to try on one of her dresses for fun. You never...did that again…because you were embarrassed at how well they fit- not tight, but snug enough to hug your body in all the “wrong” places.“Alright, lets head in” I said, as we began walking to the building with our luggageThe dorm buildings were co-ed, but genders were separated by floors. Stacy and I choose the same building, and I was assigned. Faces swam and out of existence, talking to him in conversations he didn’t really remember. Roger, and surprisingly, his wife. Mary Reed. His boss, a few friends from work. Greg and Amy. Andrea. His… fiancées… friends and co-workers, people he’d met maybe once and barely knew. What were they doing here? Every pair of eyes seemed to bore into him, full of concern and understanding, silently assuring him that they were there for him, that he could take as much time as needed to get better and. The jumper was apretty shade of pale peach, with a cute little white & brown bunny,holding a baby's ABC-block on the front. The skirt to the jumper was veryshort, but it was made to flare out from the high waist top. I noticethat the frilly slip was peeking out from under the jumper's skirt.You could see a lot of the peach & white lace on the hem of the slip.After that came the cute white rumba panties, which she put on me next.They had peach trimmed lace across the whole back & front, which. I had long black hair and big blue eyes. My mom and granny had always told me to be nice to men and they will reward you. Always be nice to men and give them what they want and they will treat you right. I went over to my friends house one day, we were out of school and I had nothing to do. Her granddad opened the door and invited me in. His name was Bill, he was tall like about six foot six and large. He had a buddy over, his name was Jim and he was a real big guy too. I figured these guys.