Beth Brown's little coman. Pregnant again? When's he gonnadrop? Seems like he's always swelling or nursing. Lucky birl.Beth smiled to herself, heart p...unding just a little. Girl, would that evershow Alex. He wouldn't be the only one who could give Freddie and Sandystep-siblings. Lessee, one of each, a beautiful birl and a gallant girl.That's the ticket. That way Sandy would see what it will be like when hehas children.Beth reached over, punching the "Play" button. There was a soft swirl,. In it was a cheap shiny pvc type jacket which I put on and a rather tatty blonde bob wig which I put on over my own short hair. Then a pair of black shiny gloves in a wet looking material which I put on.Finally a pair of boots was shoved under the divide to me. They were black, not leather, but shiny type material, very cheap looking. A high spike heel that was looking very scuffed, these boots had seen a lot of action. One boot had a white stain on down the shaft, but I wanted to put them. She planned to be at the bar early so she could see him before he came into the bar.She lounged around the house for the afternoon, did a little cleaning and decided to jump in the shower. As she washed her hair, her mind raced, what was she doing meeting some guy she had found online? What if he was a creep? She dismissed these thoughts she had talked to him for months and he seemed decent. She finished up in the shower and got out to dry off. The more she thought about their meeting the more. ”When?“Like when I asked if you were a lesbian.”You’re not asking the right questions.“I wasn’t aware that there were wrong ones.”Oh yeah, there are wrong ones.“So?”So what?“Are you going to tell me some of your secrets?”They’re not secrets.“Then what are they?”Things I want to keep private.“So you’re not going to tell me?”No.“Even if I ask the right questions?”No.“Then what’s the point is telling me to ask the right question if you’re not going to tell me anything?”Because it doesn’t hurt to.