"Oh, sorry, girl, I forgot that you want to show off your legs with dainty steps. Have you noticed that the clicking of your high heels causes all the...men to stare at your shoes; and then their gaze travels up your legs to your skirt. Wouldn't they be surprised to see what's under your skirt and wouldn't you be embarrassed?" Quit teasing me, Kimberly. Now where are we going?", I asked."Well, since you've received a personal invitation to visit Macy's lingerie shop, I suppose we'll have to go. Because in same time I afraid of them and liked to see what they have in their minds. That's why I kept few panties and some makeup and couples of capri. But I never had cortège......To wear them outside and just sometimes I was wearing them in night times. One day my mother was cleaning my room and I knew I can't leave anything in there. That's why I took all of them and put them in my bag pack and went to school.Before I leave school that they to come home I couldn't resist any longer and I. We were snatching at each other. Harder and harder now. I could almost feel these imaginary things on my body. This smoke, these scales, those nails. And I’m hinting about bed rooms and blankets. Complaining of the cold just so you can warm me. Touch me, taste me, feel me, desire me, want me, so much that we burn with passion. So much that it aches. Tow drinks later and I’m in a backseat. One back seat later, we are at your front door. Now I’m stumbling to your bedroom, but how I knew were it. I would give my life for her if it meant it would save hers.It’s Monday morning and I’m parked outside Francine's house, as usual, I gaze up at the front upstairs window, there’s Francine again, she’s dressing, I see her pack her pear shaped breasts away in that strapless pink bra she puts on, I can’t see her bottom, but the underwear usually matches. She’s ample upstairs, a good handful. She puts on the pink blouse buttons it up bar one and then the jacket, brushes her blonde hair and she’s.