I have never lacked for attention as a male, and as a female he said I wasquite stunning. My makeup complimented my natural beauty, not anywherenear a... heavy as he was used to seeing.He also told me from his experience if I went to a club men would be allover me. Apparently the thigh highs got him excited because he patted the couch ona spot next to him. I sat. My heart racing. He started running his hand up and down my silk covered leg which isreally smooth from shaving and really long because. I closed the car door.I was glad I was wearing this dress. I could feel the back of my bare legs on my son's bare legs. "How are you doing?" I asked my son."Fine, mom, you really don't weigh anything. No problem."I looked over the TV at my husband. "Do you have enough room to drive?" I asked him."Sure," he answered. I could only see his head. "Can you even see me?" I laughed."Only your head, dear." Are you comfortable?"I wiggled around on my son's lap. "Yea, I don't mind this at all."I turned. You do not need it. Your boobs hang out of it anyway so it doesn’t protect much,” Karen said. She was sitting in Alan’s chair at the kitchen table facing the stove and supervising her older sister. “Just don’t be a clumsy oaf and be careful.”Betty sighed and removed the apron. She hung it neatly on the peg.“Was that a sigh that escaped your lips, Piggy?” Karen demanded. She was sitting with her legs crossed and holding a riding crop.“Yes, Mistress Karen, I am sorry about that,” Betty. No offense." None taken. And anyway, I'm not lez, I'm bi -- just ask Greg!"All I had to do was think of Saturday night and it got my juices flowing. It threatened to be a soggy day down there, so I had a towel in my backpack to sit on, figuring I should set a good example while waiting for The Powers That Be to respond to the committee's request.As for Missy's social life, with her mom threatening her with a convent it had taken major negotiations for her to get permission to date at all, and.