You know I love one specific look the best on you…. the sight of you in your camisoles, white, black, coloured, even mesh ones, very tight against y...ur perky breasts and nipples poking through without a bra, and a thong. Simple yet incredibly sexy. You purchase a black camisole and matching thong and look at your watch. 5pm, as you hit the bus for the long, cold ride home to our apartment. You finally get home around 6:15, and I can feel the cold blast of air come in as you enter. You call out. "Allison, I want you to be my wife, if you would so consent." I asked as I took the ring from her fingers and placed it on her proper finger.She looked at the ring on her finger and fell forward crying, almost uncontrollably. I didn't know joy could be so wrenching. I tried to get her to straighten up so I could kiss my bride to be, but she resisted, so I let her cry it out. After about 3 or 4 minutes she composed herself enough to straighten out and seek my lips. We shared wet teary kisses for. The cool water in the pool sparkled. The sun glared off its surface and she shaded her eyes.If Mr. Thorn was home, maybe she would ask him to rub lotion on her back. She was sure he would do anything for her.The house looked quiet. She walked around the pool a couple of times, hoping Mr. Thorn was in there and would see her and come out. Nobody came out. She went up to the sliding glass doors and leaned close, cupping her hands to the sides of her face to shield the sunlight. The house was. I felt sexy.At six o’clock that night my grandmother picked me up to take me out for a birthday dinner. She told me the story of my birth. 18 years earlier, my father, Dave was dating my grandmother. Well, I dating I mean fucking. She said it was a real man. She said that she always liked it rough. And that my dad loved bondage, humiliation, and fucked her ass so hard she thought she would die. My grandmother said she adored my father and would have died for him.After three years of living with.