I love your style, baby. A red leather knee length skirt, a white button down blouse, black lace bra, and thigh high hosiery held up with black garter... lay on the bed for me. This clothing will turn me into a vixen tonight and you know this. “What no thong or panty for me to wear? You naughty boy, do you have a need for easy access this evening?” “My sexy Coco, you have no idea what I need tonight.” I assure you that I can and will satisfy your every need and I will dress as you wish. And. Man, John said, that screen is huge. I think mine is like half that size. Yea it’s the biggest moniter for that computer model. This was working out great I thought as I reached out and turned my mac on. You wanna check it out, I asked John. Sure, he said and we both sat down.When the computer finished starting up, I said, you want to see what your profile page looks like on this computer? Hell yea he replied. I went to my page, went to my message board and clicked his name. Up popped his page. Kara stood before him, her arms straight at her sides and her palms turned forward. “What you see is what you get,” she said.“I like what I’m seeing.” He approached her and ran his hands along her shoulders and upper arms. “You’re a big girl, Kara, but physically fit. I said before, if you have an ounce of surplus fat I don’t know where it is.”She slapped her hips. “It’s right here.”“Those are curves,” he replied. “A woman should have curves.”“I feel like an ostrich.”“What do you mean?”“I have. By definition, doesn't that mean I'm not gay?” “I believe the correct term is latent homosexual,” she replied. “You've got to be kidding. Right?” “No, I'm not. But even if you're as queer as a three dollar bill, I don't care, baby. You're kind, definitely gentle, sweet, romantic, considerate. In short, Terry, you're wonderful.” Her compliments lessened the the impact of her earlier words, but in my heart, I knew she was right. Mom appeared in her usual attire, which wasn't much, just a t-shirt.