I had began to wonder if something was wrong with me.My mom saw me off, and I made an empty promise to visit soon. Dad was hungover as usual and had ...o throw out one last dig."You'll never make it. Don't think you can crawl back here, asking for a handout. Once you leave, that's it."Dear old dad, I could always count on him to make sure I knew why I left in the first place. I was used to it, but it still stung.My dream was to get into a great dance school then perform on Broadway. I applied to. As it was already late apartment stairways are deserted and in second floor stairs there is only 5 or 6 steps to 3rd floor i kept my luggage on stairs and she looked back at me and came back to me and asked why did u stopped,suddenly like a involuntary action i pulled her by her hands she fell against my chest this time i was looking at her eyes 100% synced and moved myself towards her lip she closed her eyes i pushed her against the stair wall and planted my lips on her lips she was not. She always seemed moderately attractive, but tonight she really looked good. The dress she had on for the wedding was tight and black with thin straps over her shoulders that looked barely able to contain her fairly large breasts. It was pretty short and sitting on the couch made it hike up even higher exposing her thighs nearly to her panties.She shifted a little on the couch and I thought I was busted for looking up her dress, but she wasn't watching me at all. She was watching the porn on. . ) and an incredibly soft and shiny black leather miniskirt that covered the tops of my stockings and my garters (as long as I didn't move too fast).I was already planning to do some really fast moving this evening."Annnnndddd..."Ruby slippers! Actual, glittery, red shoes! But Dorothy never wore shoes like these, unless it was in her dreams. Bright blood red, with glitter all over them, they were absolute fuck-me shoes with four-inch stiletto heels and pointy toes. I wasn't too sure about.