So I got to pillage! Well she was plain and didn't wear nice pantyhose. All I could find were some very cheap pantyhose that were bought from like Woo...worth or somewhere that were not a brand name. They had the panty, the toes and they were also all nylon and had no spandex. But, they were all mine! So that night I put them on in bed. I remember being very wet and hard when I went to bed. Well I went to sleep and woke up about 2 hours later. The front of my pantyhose were soaked with pre. The worst part aside my mutation. My name. This,, states the beaky woman who is leaning so far over the table everyone aside me has a clear view into the abyss of her cleavage, Is our new student, Alice Gray. Fuck. Alice!, returned some of the assholes, chortling with unmerciful laughter. Enough!, Wilkinson bellows. Wow. Her ex-pornstar appearance completely belies the animal within. I feel sorry for her husband, or husbands. She seems that type of woman, but who am I to judge? Her hawklike. After gathering the first few, you see another small note under every fourth blossom:"Remove your top. Make sure the lights are out as you come up." Drop your bra." Lose the skirt." The panties too."Still skeptical about the strange notes, but getting aroused more and more by the thought of what is going on, along with the fragrance of the flowers, you do as the note says. Naked except your high heels and shivering with anticipation, you reach for the last candleholder and find there is yet. He was here with someone, and she was that someone. He wouldn’t have asked her if he didn’t want her with him, not one of those other girls. After the end of a Division game, it was her apartment he came to. Frustration burned in her gut for feeling any doubt for him and herself for thinking differently. Nodding at the reflection, she knew she was right. It was time to stop fighting her feelings for him and just let them be, even if it meant pissing off a few others who were at the function. .