The buttons themselves continued along the length of the dress, which all but dragged the floor, however they were no longer fastened, showing a long,...well toned, golden thigh followed by gently muscled calf. Norika’s spiked heels gave her legs the illusion of additional length above her 5’2′ height. Darla further noticed that Norika clearly wore nothing underneath the dress, and that, despite the fact that her hair was tied up in a bun, and she wore horn rimmed glasses, she was truly a classic. You got that?" I wiped my face and nodded. "I SAID - did you get that, motherfucker??'Yes, I mumbled, trembling in fear."Yes?? Yes WHAT - bitch?"Yes, Daddy," I said, hoping that was what he wanted to hear, and apparently it was, because he waved his hand. "Go on now and hurry yo ass up. I'm fuckin thirsty!"I stepped out into the hallway and headed up to the lobby by the front desk. A fat black woman was behind the desk, and when she saw me she raised an eyebrow and smiled knowingly. "Y'all ok,. Lisa winked at me and announced that this was her third and one was her usual limit, beware anything could happen. My drink arrived and I proposed a toast, To new friends and experiences, our glass clinked together and he asked me what line of work was I in? I'm retired, 30 years Air Force & Air National Guard. 30 yrs as a Postal employee, ending up as a small town postmaster. He was well on his way, and said " My wife likes you, and I saw you checking her out at the Polo, Play your cards right. All my life I was told to stay away from guys. Getting pregnant was the worst thing that could ever happen. And now...”“...and now you’re all grown up. You’re a woman, not a girl. Your family isn’t here to brand you a slut. You decide what’s right.”“My head knows that,” said Melissa. “But inside...”I was afraid this might happen. We had planned this trip for months, but it was a big step for Melissa. The final step, in her mind, that would separate her from her past: getting pregnant out of.