I had blonde hair which I usually kept in a messy ponytail so it wouldn’t detract from my best feature. My eyes. They were very light blue which I o...tlined with heavy mascara and eye liner. I hated foundation and blusher so I still looked young with my freckles and rosy cheeks. My mom used to say that I could capture a boy’s heart just by looking at him. She was partly right. I could get a boy to fancy me but they were all pricks. I hadn’t gone out with a boy for 6 months and I was still a. Well, not on the soldiers. They don' seem ta promote officers with them sorta interests. It's usually fer girl/girl scenes, where one o' y'all is the top and dominates the other. But yer both a bottom for the man."Dana was quick to ask: "Where do all these clothes come from? I mean it's not like there's a Macy's next door or something, right?"Lucinda answered: "He gets it all off the internet. You'd be surprised what you can order from there. They don' care where it ships to, if you got a. She shook her head as fresh tears rolled down her cheeks. "I've got stretch marks and fat. That's what you see."I pulled her other leg onto the bed, settling her into a mostly prone position, propped by three pillows. I gently but firmly pulled the towel from her chest.I placed a finger on a stretch mark, at its origin high up on her chest, and traced it down its length, ending somewhere around mid-breast. "You know what this is?" I asked quietly."Yeah, it's a stretch mark," she said peevishly,. I thought about masturbating in the shower to quell some of the frustration I was feeling, but decided I'd rather save it for some lucky guy at the party that evening. As I was nearing the end of my shower, Rebecca jumped in and filled me in on the details for that evening. Everything was set.For the party, I decided to be a little crazy with my outfit. I had a comfy gray sweater on top of a tank top, with no bra. I had a black skirt that went at least a few inches down from my ass (almost the.