I am gripping the wheel frantically, as my fingernails dig into my palms, "Damn the luck! Damn you, Tina," I curse under my breath.Finally, traffic is...moving again and all I can think of is being in your arms, and all the ways that you will possess me this afternoon, unless I am too late to pick you up. Driving maniacally, I weave in and out of cars, standing on the accelerator, swearing that I'm not going to miss you today.Maneuvering the car into a parking spot, I jump from behind the wheel,. It was pretty short and sexy and it tied to a bow in back. I got sick to my stomach. There were matching stiletto fuck-me pumps with dangly white hearts. There were white stockings with little fuschia bows on the back. A matching white corset and white garters. There was a really lacy white full slip in there too.Perhaps the worst of the items were these fuschia powernet ruffled panties that had white stitching and hearts all over them. The stitching read, "Darnell's BJ Girl." The package. She would tell her parents about Buford, and then offer to go back to the ranch to mind things there.Her mother came out of the shack, her hands white with flour. She looked at her daughter, sitting on the horse.“What happened to you?” asked Amanda.“What do you mean?” asked Beth. “The Sheriff didn’t come. It’s a long story, but Buford is dead.”“You look different,” said Amanda. She realized that Beth somehow didn’t look girlish any more. She looked closely at her daughter. Everything was the. Rudeolph crossed the threshold, put his bag down and took hold of Carol placing his arm around her and guiding her towards him, he kissed her on the lips, and was pleased she responded, and within seconds the wrestling match between tongues had begun. Carol had stepped back and let Rudeolph in, she would have worn different clothes and prepared a meal had she known, however she was glad even if her plans had gone by the board. She felt his arm around her waist and she leant forward so their.