The thigh highs were surprisingly comfortable. I would reserve final judgment until I had spent the day in them. But my initial impression was that th...y were cooler and more comfortable than pantyhose.I sat in the front room when I was ready. Laura sat with me and tried once more to talk me into standing up to them. I wanted to. If it had just been about me I would have. But I couldn't let him punish Laura for something she had no control over. He would happily ruin her life even though it was. “I can’t believe…I mean another man…I could…but…HIM?!” Jill sputtered and stepped back so the dildo wasn’t in her face. “I can’t do that,” Donna began. “I can’t mess with another man…there would be…feelings…attached to anything I did. The man might want more from me. I just want…I just want a fucking dildo, Jill…something to put between my legs for a little bit…to tide me over till your father is home. I don’t want to cheat on him…I love him…but I also need things, Jill…and I don’t think. Night,” my mother said. She sounded tired – tired of me. ”Night.” I walked downstairs, moody and still wearing my black dress. Mother always wanted the house to be a bit cold. The air around my legs felt chilly, and I disliked it. It was almost summer and in broad daylight it felt like it was, but as soon as night fell, it got cold, as if it was already autumn. I filled up the sink with warm water and started washing off the plates. ”Need help?” I jumped up. “Fuck, Eddy, you scared me.” He. Sorry, no." I stammered taken off guard. "It's just the costume is so...so.." "Revealing?" she said. "No...well yes, but it's also very accurate. Not just the costume but you as well, you look like the very personification of an Amazonian princess." She giggled slightly as her cheeks flushed red. Then smiled as she pushed an arrant tussle of hair behind her ear. "Really?" she asked in a whisper. "Yeah sorry, I don't mean to embarrass you." I said."It's not that it's just that most guys here.