I absolutely HAD to look perfect. I wore a cute top, just low enough to show enough cleavage, but not too showy. Everyone knows I have big boobs. I me...n, whenever I go jogging, the teenage boys can't stop looking. Sometimes it is annoying but I love the spolight to be on me. Anyways,the skirt was another matter. It was black and so tight that it looked like latex, and barely covered my pussy, I knew straight away my dad wouldn't let me go like this. But why not try? I kissed my father goodbye. He quickly took his shower and was at the table before I had knew it. "That was quick," I said to him. "yea," he paused and continued, "I didn't have football practice today so I wasn't as stinky," he said jokingly. We both laughed and began eating. I stood up and said, "son I got something to tell you." "Okay mom what is it," he asked. "I got promoted," I said with enthusiasm. We both sat there celebrating, before we realized we were both drunk.When I get drunk I tend to need some. “Did she let you make love to her then?” “No dammit! It WAS our first date, but even after five dates I never got any further with her than I did with you on our first date.! I confessed. “What. No foreplay?” “I got to fondle her big titties, but was Never allowed to touch her pussy even once and she Never even Looked at my cock!” I admitted. “You Poor Boy! It,s a good thing I Didn,t wear my bra or knickers then, Isn,t it?” She raised her cardigan to show me her unfettered Bristol’s with their. "Put it on," he ordered again. I slipped off the gown and picked up the outfit. It was not unlike a tracksuit in design with a loose fitting top, full-length sleeves and elasticated cuffs. The pants were baggy too with legs that finished halfway between knees and ankles. At first I thought there was a fault in the manufacture as the seams under my crotch parted but I soon realised that was intentional. David could fuck me without removing them. When I looked in the mirror, I knew I was right.