The bra was a matching pink tartan with a big white satin bow between thecups. Above the panties went a very tight garter girdle which felt atleast a ...ize to small. It reached up until just below the ribs cutting inMarcy's waist by a few inches. The garter tabs hanging down were decoratedby white satin bows and connected to a pair of thigh high white opaquestockings with pink tartan ruffles around the tops.Up next Marcy was handed a pink tartan pleated skirt which ended very farup her thighs.. " "But, but ... why is she smiling?"-----She looked at the large dog. It held her gaze.She saw the recognition in its liquid brown eyes, felt the stir deep in the pit of her stomach, the looseness, and the sudden presence of moisture.It knew.She knew.-----"Can I call you?", your email says. I think for a few minutes, and then burn my boats. "I'm sorry. Would you be hurt if I said no?" I spin some tale about security, paranoia and broken rules, but in truth I'm ashamed to let you hear my voice,. However, the woman that stood in front of me didn't resemble Jenny in the slightest. She was much taller, with larger and firmer breasts. Her whole body was no longer chubby at all, but having good muscle tone. Almost athletic. The face was no longer Jenny's...no longer cute, but gorgeous instead. With full and kissable lips. Her hair had changed as well, now being raven black and hanging down to the middle of her back. Even the color of her skin had changed slightly, darkening just a tiny bit,. Enough history.Billy had initiated all forms of keep away, tag, and other games designed to allow him to rub his newly found 'boner' up against his female companions.As boys tend to show off to girls, much like peacocks, this one particular game was perfectly designed for Billy's ends: It was a nice twist on keep-away and 'rag tag', for the t-shirt they were using as the 'rag' wasn't allowed above water. It had to be passed from person to person without letting the one who was 'it' gain control.