She had a pleasant figure, high, pert breasts that from here appeared to be natural (always hard to tell under clothes). Her dark, black hair was so b...ack as to almost appear blue under the artificial lights of the reception hall. For whatever reason, she was sitting alone, and he couldn’t quite see why that might be. The DJ moved to a slow song, and more couples moved out to the dance floor, bodies pressed together, enjoying each other’s company. But still she sat there, alone, and seemingly. "Yes you can and you will," she replied, "this suit is made from quite thick material and has a short skirt at the bottom and with your control panties below, it will be fine. Come on lets change for tennis, we need to borrow rackets and balls from the gym."I took off my stockings, suspender belt and panties leaving my control briefs on and stepped into the tennis knickers. They were like babies pants with the layers of lace over the bottom and I thought they looked pretty sexy. The skirt was a. I was wearing a flowy mid thigh length white skirt with a tiny white g-string underneath. A lace peek a boo bra under a pink silk button up tank & strappy silver heels. I felt sexy & ready to have some fun. I daydreamed about sex, making my way across I-70 until I realized I was hungry. I pulled off the next exit as it had a gas station & Dairy Queen which happened to be across from an Adult Entertainment Emporium (so the sign said). As I got out of my car a gust of wind went up my skirt & I. Luanne licked a finger, and made a mark on an imaginary scoreboard in front of her.Steve looked at Rachel. "Unless you're next on the daytime fun list, can you go stay with Susan until she wakes up? Apologize to her for me, and tell her I wanted to keep the rest of you from barging in on her while she was sleeping. I'll be back to check on her in a while."Rachel smiled and nodded. "I'll be happy to. And, by the way, I'm number one on the sleepy-time list."Steve raised an eyebrow. "Really. And.