Rushing home with their new treasures, the two women scampered upstairs to Helen's bedroom and began to lay out the purchases to admire. Pam herself h...d picked out two outfits that fell well outside her budget, only to have Helen insist on purchasing them for her."Let's try some of these on," proposed Pam. Helen demurred for a bit, only to be overridden again by Pam's argument that if they didn't try them on now, when would they and what if they were the wrong sizes? Surrendering, Helen took. Sheer black thigh highs with pink bows at the top covered her legs and on her feet were a pair of Mary Jane styled heels with a pink bow on the backs of her ankles. She wasn’t usually dressed like this but tonight she was going to a party with her girls. It was expected to be the best party of the year considering not only those who were invited but the theme: Naughty Innocence. When her friend, Iris, told her about it she didn’t quite grasp the idea, but after further explaining sheunderstood. So Scott's mum Mrs Park was 29 when we was 14 as she had Scott at 15 she was so fucking hot long blonde hair size 10 figure with big firm tits many times she used to not wear a bra round her house she must of known we wear looking. So after a few more drinks and some looks from afar we approach this woman and I just say "Mrs Park" she turns and says "please call me Claire I'm not Mrs Park anymore" I reply " oh that's a shame" She says " not really sorry who are you? "I reply I'm Phil and this. Six foot one inches tall and wearing a biker t-shirt and sweats. He stood long enough to let me finish my stare and then he sat beside me. “Been here long?” “Not too long.” I said. “Wanna fuck around?” He furthered and stared over me. “Sure. What you wanna do?” I told him. “I wanna fuck some face.” He stated as he continued to stare over mine. “What do you wanna do?” “Handle all the face fucking you can give.” I said and then we stood and walked into the cornfield. Again, to a clear.