The skirt would go down to my mid thigh. It was just a loose white skirt that I normally wore with a pair of shorts underneath. But the idea of people...seeing me was getting me really turned on. I decided to throw caution to the wind as my hormones took over and put on my skirt but with no shorts. With that I left for work. I drove nearly straight to there. There was one stop that needed to be made. Pulling my car into the local adult store I parked and got out. I went into the store and. Collin sat thoughtfully in his study, the morning had gone well, he had walked into Patricia's shabby parlor, tossed some papers on her desk, informing her, that her niece Natalie and his son were now married that any hold she over her niece and nephew were now at an end. He informed her that her debts had been paid and the remaining months rent paid on the house she was staying in. Reading over the papers Patricia had at first refused to sign them, Collin sneered at her "I'm sure you wouldn't. "Hi, I'm Kelly," she said. "Sorry to keep you waiting. I was sorting some stuff I just picked up." She was in her mid-twenties, with blue eyes and long brown hair. Pretty. Rings of all sizes on every finger. Her figure was hidden by a bulky black down coat and baggy grey sweat pants. "Not a prob," I smiled. "Just checking things out here. I saw a couple of your classified ads online and came by to look around." "Great," she said. "We do all of our advertising there. What are you looking for?" I. It's not exactly that I expect to attract her. Even though she's an artist, I'm pretty sure she doesn't get off on the beauty of men's bodies. It's our visibility she likes. I'm seeing that. But in some muddled way I'm still thinking she'll want me around more if my penis is impressive.Frieda looks thoughtful. "Tell me what you're feeling," she says.I'm at a loss for words. Or I just don't want to say. "I'm feeling pretty good," I say. I'm an ass, I realize, so I emend it. "I'm feeling.