My heart nearly stopped thinking she was now looking at stuff like that. Tracey hadn't mentioned Lynn in quite a while but I wondered if it were still...on her mind.That questioned was answered when one night when I came home from the gym, all the lights were off in most of the house but I heard noises coming from the back bedroom. Getting closer I heard the unmistakable grunts and groans and knew immediately Tracey must be watching some type of porn.Walking into our bedroom, Tracey was in bed. I'm just seeing wherehir eyes are landing. I certainly have a friend who would dig hir, andalso teaches ballroom dancing. "The rules of this dance is that sissiesonly dance with womyn, but in that smaller dance room over there, is apractice room for sissies. I've got a friend who teaches ballroomwho's super nice. Maybe we can get you on the dance floor, later,tonight." We go together. I barely get through the door before Babespots us both. Let's just say Babe has a type and hir type. Big Bob from Cream Corned Superstar, whowas the last person I expected to see or even wanted to see. Wearing agas station shirt and jeans and black Converse. I just got this mentalflash of Michelle and inside I felt a cold and icy wind of total pain andrejection on her part and it hurt. It hurt so much it made me feel angry.I wanted to protect her. I hate him, I decided."Amy, what's up?" Bob said, this big grin on his big, stupid face. Hehadn't shaved in a few days, growing a cool guy. Even now, she's worried about someone recognizing us. Anyway, this is the true story of a little exhibitionism from when we were in college.The first time my girl went out without panties, she was a bit nervous. She only agreed to do it if I let her wear a long dress. It was very thin, so I was okay with it. We decided to go to the mall and walk around. We started out just window shopping. I was giving her time to get used to the idea of being naked under her thin, flowing dress. Every now and.