Among us, we would think of weird ways to dress our mothers before sending them on their overnighter. One time I sent my mom in the classic flasher ou...fit; heels, black nylons, garter belt and a trench coat. Later John told me she got right into the role, when he opened the door for her, she flashed him right on the doorstep at 4 PM on a Friday! Once one of the moms showed up at my place and asked if she could get undressed right away. I thought she was horny but she had been sent over with a. You have on more than one occasion at work worn a somewhat translucent bra under a white blouse that allowed notice of your dark, pretty nipples and areola. Not a blatant display but notable to someone who worked closely with you, namely myself." “I didn't realise...“ she began, sheepishly. “And you gaze at my crotch.” “I do not!” “Persistently.” “Then there was the occasion of the deep cleavage, a dangling charm bouncing in-between. I liked that, you only did it the once?” Beth knew she was. Others, here and there, seemed to have given up.Some people along the beach were angrily raging at the sea, kicking at the water, trying futilely to keep the waves from their sandcastles. As I watched, the waves would come and wash away their castles or the castles of the people near them. They were trying to stop the waves from reaching their sandcastles. The relentless waves would strike at random. You could never tell when the biggest waves would come up onto the beach, who would have to. She just didn't know how lucky she was that she was allowed to wear dresses and act like a girl. To this day I still don't understand why women want to act like men. Anyway I acted like a tough guy trough high school pretending to be so cool if somebody said something to me that I didn't like I would just beat them up. I got quite a reputation as being a real asshole and I guess that's what I was and still am. I didn't date in high school, I didn't make fiends I avoided public gatherings like.