Why was her friend asking her to do this? Was it part of some kind of game? It seemed so weird, but she couldn’t bring it upon herself to protest. I... was hard to say no to Eugenia. She exhaled, then clutched the sides of her skirt and began to lift it up. A gust of March air brushed her ankles, flapping the hosiery cuffed around them. As she pulled further, she felt the wind on her calves. Her wide eyes darted furtively around the garden. ‘Go on,’ the girl urged again from behind her. She. I took another deep breath and considered retreat. After all, there was no shame in retreat. Most famous generals retreated at one time or another. Wasn't it Patton who said, "I'm not retreating, I'm advancing to the rear"? Or something like that.But, I decided, this isn't the time for retreat. I stepped forward to the door. As I reached down for the doorknob, I remembered General Custer, who hadn't known when to retreat. I opened the door.She was sitting next to the window staring out,. He wasthankful Jess had purchased those clothes for him and this jacket wasdefinitely comfy and kept his little belly nice and warm."Hey Chris...I was wondering. Is it ok if we call you Chrissy from now on?I mean...it only makes sense now right?"Jess laughingly said that to Chris and he also laughed. Chrissy....that washis name now. Not that much different as it was exactly the same but itdefinitely had a girly ring to it. They pulled up to the hospital andmade the trek up to Dr. Ramirez's. She pulled away from him and looked deep into his beautiful eyes, the first thing that ever got her wet was his eyes. She was warm, throbbing and already damp, his touch alone could almost send her to climax. Her head pounded and her body shook as he undid her bathrobe. It fell to the floor, she was wearing heels, stockings, lacy black knickers and a black corset. He took a step back to take in the view of her body in such clothing. He could feel his cock grow hard. She unbuttoned his shirt,.