"Oh my god, I'm so sorry," I stumbled to reply, "I feel like such a rude douchebag." "No need to be sorry, it makes me wet to know I have that kind of...effect on you. So are you gonna invite me in?" "Of course, please come in," I stammered. After I had finished embarassing myself and had watched that gorgeous ass climb the stairs in front of me, I showed her to the living room. There she told me how pleased she was when she saw how sexy I looked in my slutty outfit, and started rubbing up and. Of course, you can see how that plan worked out!" she said."Damn, Julie, that's rough. I'm sorry you had to go through all that, but you made the right decision to leave. No one should have to put up with abuse," I said. "Myself, I recently retired and sold my company. I bought this motorhome and am now traveling around seeing the sights America has to offer–places I have always wanted to see but never had the time. Now all I have is time and so I am crossing things off my bucket list," I. 'The encyclopedia of reptiles'. Boring.'Sports in history. A chronicle of 4000 years'. Yeah right. Who cares.'How the forefathers came to power'. That book looks like the forefathers themselves wrote it. Maybe my school will use it to teach it. After all, every material there must have been from the 18th century.'The genealogy of the Miller family'. There we go. Finally something interesting. The book is wrapped in cloth, looking almost plain boring. But my curiosity gets the better of me and I. The rest of my underwear was made up of a tight black g-string that nicely held my man-clit back and hidden from sight while still allowing my exposed rear cheeks to feel the coolness of the air from beneath the black and white schoolgirl skirt I had decided to go out with. My black stockings, held up by a nice black lace garter belt, hugged my shaved legs and vanished into a pair of 4 inch knee-high black leather boots. My breasts were nicely displayed through a tight black and red.