..IF it gets her off my back!I freshen up quickly and throw my wavy brown hair into a loose ponytail trying to appear as casual as possible. I walk in...to the bar and immediately felt deflated when I don't see this "Kendra" woman at the first table. I turn and head over to my usual spot and almost trip over my feet when I see her sitting at the end of the bar visiting with Tracy. I get that odd twist again in my stomach and even felt a little rubbery in the knees, which never happens to me. This. Instead of moving more swiftly you seemed to slow, drawing away from the kiss to simply watch as you revealed the flesh of my smoothly shaven pussy. Your breath blew across it, goose bumps prickling the skin. I giggled and tipped your chin up from your focal point. You shook me off and pressed your lips against my sex. My back arched, pleasure lancing down my spine as I bit my lip to keep from crying out. Your hands ripped the jeans down my legs, forcing my thighs apart abruptly as you dove. That was easy enough to put on and after that it wasn't terriblysurprising what else was in the bag. What sort of garment required abouffant petticoat of such short length, a French Maid of course.This was what Sherri had sent my fianc? to go find for me, she wanted tomake sure that Amy saw me in the most humiliating, revealing, submissivelyfeminine garment in the whole of chauvinistic creation. The neckline waslow cut almost showing my bra and the skirt was short enough that only thefullness. Wednesday after-noon, 5:30, Alan is home preparing dinner for his family, as 9 year old Alana comes in from her friends house, after doing homework with her friend, and surprised that her Father is there cooking," Hi Mommy, OH! Daddy you're here!" And where do you think I'm supposed to be? and don't I rate a hello too?" he says teasing his daughter."Oh, Daddy, you're being silly!" She giggles."About you not saying hello?" he says with an arched eyebrow, and hands on his hips.Alana leans on the.