My wig is auburn and she fits it perfectly, tying it loosely at the back.We admire my reflection. " you are beautiful, and you are mine" she says, my...nipples tingle and what I must refer to now as my clit hardens.She dresses me in fine silk panties, bra filled with the most realistic of false breasts (DD as I am a slut after all) stockings , then a tight fitting skirt, and white blouse.She admires her handiwork as I slip into 3" heels and spin to admire my reflection once more.She tells me. ..sexually racing with the anticipation of what might be about to happen, something that would hopefully be so amazing, so fulfilling. My crotch felt alive...my body warm, tingling. I was so nervous, wondering whether he would be there or had got cold feet, how we would start, what we would do, if we would even actually do it. My mouth was watering at the thought of it all. I remember almost shaking as I opened the door to the main library. My mind was so focused on finding him, so wanting him. The sight that greeted him made the tortuous wait for this moment more than worth it. Megan had taken Danny’s advice on board and then some. The black skirt that she was wearing was nothing more than an oversized belt, it did manage to cover her ass but Danny refused to believe it was possible for Megan to bend even a fraction of a degree without exposing whatever delightful undergarments she may be wearing. Yet Megan didn’t even seem the slightest bit shy about the potential show her choice. It was everything Carol could do to keep from laughing out loud, which would blow Dee's fun.Tara just nodded her head, still totally clueless.Dee made sure to make good eye contact with her mother and asked, "Mom, I'd be really honored if you would be my maid of honor."Tara's jaw dropped and her eyes started flooding. She reached out, took Dee into her arms, and sobbed. Carol started to chuckle at the way Dee had pulled it off."Oh Dee," Tara choked. "I'd be so honored to do that for you. I.