Nowthe fact that you asked me out indicates that you're either single or arampant adulterer. I'm going to give you the benefit of the doubt andassume...that you're single but this means the tights were for you which,in turn means that your interest in my shoes resulted from a similarinterest in cross dressing."I may have been buying the tights for an amateur dramatics productionand have an innocent interest in fashion though." Were you and do you?" Er...no. You're quite right. They were for me. .." Shhh, we will talk over dinner." As I step from the walk-in shower and dry myself off."Finish your shower Chad, and come to the kitchen when you are done."I watch Chad spread the soap over his body, as I turn to leave I hear Chad whistle."Whoot-woo"Looking over my shoulder, I blow him a kiss and head to my room. Once in my room, I open my dresser door and pick out my Boho Zest string bikini. The bikini bottom fits snugly in my ass crack and the front patch of fabric just covers my bare. She was always breaking rules and taking risks, sleeping with random guys and had a stash of Viagra and other pills she said made life more 'exciting'. She assured me it was all legal stuff, so I never pressed her, just told her to leave me out of it, and she always had.I took a sip of my punch, noting it was very alcoholic, probably vodka, so much for campus rules, and tried to think of something to talk with Mark about other than science, but I didn't really know him. Most of the other. She was unable to actually get within knife range of her young victim, and instead started to nock arrows from about ten feet below him and zinging them in a well-aimed barrage. Arrows skipped and whined past the terrified slave, but he was fairly safe due to all the swaying and the intervening limbs blocking the missiles from him. The overhead monitors were showing closeups of the terrified slave's face. His walleyed expressions of terror were pure pleasure to most of the audience--they were.