"Yes, but there's still one last thing we must do to prove before you can accept this fantasy."Instantly she stopped her examination and looked up at ...e as fire once again burned in her eyes."I already told you that this is what I want," she replied sounding more than a little exasperated. "Haven't I proved enough?" No, you've proved that you could survive and enjoy this fantasy. However, you must not only prove that you want this fantasy and that it would be pleasurable for you, but that you. The cup was of 34B pushup. It yielded a very nice cleavage.The panties were of lace smugly fit onto my cunt and my beautiful bum. I looked at the mirror again in my lingerie. I was blushing. I don’t remember me being like this for quite a while. I pulled a light blue formal shirt of satin mixed silk with dark grey, perfectly fitting trouser.The shirt rode a little higher than my waist. If I pulled my trousers down a little, I am sure one could get a peek at my blue panties and if it rode down,. Biting her lip as she looked behind her, she turned and ran left. She passed many rooms with beds and bunks in them. As she hit another intersection, she saw what she assumed was a transport tube. There was a flashing panel on one of the walls at the right height for a summons panel.Stepping up to the door, Sammie started to slide her hand to the panel, when it opened and a T'Lari stepped out he looked at her and swung a steel rod at herSnarklia was surprised that there was a human there and he. "If you need to get home, I'll take you in a cab. Otherwise, we can just -- take another riverside walk." Riverside walk," Shirley said immediately.We came to the same park bench we'd shared, briefly, on that earlier date when I'd first introduced her to the river walk. This time, the street light overhead was out. There were other lights near enough to provide adequate illumination, but "our" bench, this time, was a more private, a more romantic, place.Shirley sat down on the bench without any.