It felt odd as I dressed again, my balls felt all confined in my underwear having been free to roam for nearly 2 hours. It was however nice to get my ...ocks and shoes back on as the pebbles had taken their effect on my feet. I watched Annabelle pull her dress back over her head and realised just how short it was considering she had on no underwear. As she bent over to pick up her bits and pieces I kept getting the odd flash of arse or pussy which was stirring my cock up. Dee too I noticed had. Her dad had been ferrying her mam backwards and forwards but this evening he had to work so she rang him to ask if he would do it. 'no' he says 'im off out with the lads, she'll have to walk' 'please' said his girl. ok but im not hanging around, ill drop her off then go pick her up. his girl said thank you and she would reward him later on that night when she finished work. anyway so off he goes to the hospital and drops her off. she was alright looking, not great, but she was slim with firm. It was Ivy. She was wearing the British officer's coat that had covered her mother's violated body back at the time of the Battle of Trenton, that glorious day that saved Washington's army and perhaps the whole damn'd Revolution. She was not wearing anything else as far as I could tell. It took me a while to get my pulse rate down to near normal before she pushed it right back up.The moonlight painted her silver and inky black. She spun on her toes like a dancer, lifting the coat tails and. But that wasn't the case. After a quick breakfast I went and finished dressing in my uniform (and black pantyhose underneath) and went to work. My cat, who clamped onto my arm and didn't want to let go, didn't want to see me leave her. I was also concerned with dad trying to check his E-mail and finding my TS ones. I knew that worry was a waste of time. When I got to work, I noticed that only two bag boys were on duty and the store was a madhouse. I quickly clocked in and got carts, followed by.