I could see his fingers pressing against her panties, circling up and down the lace front panel, at times pressing firmly, other times just his finger...tips dancing. I could see her thighs spread wide, offering him full access. The blue colour of the sofa clashing with the brilliant White of her knickers and red of her mini skirt. She was moaning constantly, the pitch and volume of her moans changing in sync with the differing touch of his fingers. I was now so turned on as I watched my phone. If you don’t see me you won’t think about me has been my philosophy. I haven’t had a traffic ticket in over 20 years and never been arrested even when I deserved it. So what can I say?I’m a little proud of myself. Last night at the dinner, I intentionally set with my back to the rest of the diners when I could have set with my back to a wall. I stood there for several moments and made a conscious choice to trust. I didn’t know about half the people there. To most of you that is no big thing. I. Not the prettiest suburb. Pretty rough. Nothing much to look at.Then we’re in the back garden of one of those two-story homes. It’s cruel to say, but this week’s subject is nothing special to look at either. You’d walk past her in the street without giving a second look.A plain round face dominated by thick rimmed spectacles and framed with thick dark hair in a plain bob cut. She is large bodied, not obese, not really anything more than “chubby”, but compared to most of the girls on our show. Anyway, the girl that was laughing the hardest asked me. "Can I go shopping with you and pick out some clothes that match?"Clothes that matched was really a new concept for me, but I was game. My charge card got quite a workout, but it was worth it and I learned what a body shirt was and my pants seemed a lot snugger than before. She really knew her stuff. It was quite a transformation. Thats when I figured out that the right clothes really do make a difference.Now that I was dressed for the.