A short, not tight, miniskirt. Thong panties. A pretty blouse, unbuttoning from the front. A small amount of makeup. High heels.NO Bra! NO Hose!DO NOT... UNDER ANY CIRCUMSTANCES, PLAY WITH YOURSELF.Whoo boy, what was going on? Play with myself? That is what got me into this in the first place. Finally! My 30 minutes are up. Looking out the window, "FUCK", his blinds are all closed. He wasn't even watching. "Asshole." It was 7:00 PM and I did not have much time to get ready. I guess I will have to. The potential Hatfield’s and McCoy’s had finally met. Or was it the Montagues and Capulets?Either way, I avoided kissing my girl at that point, but we did clasp hands.They brought a gift, as did Lady Juliet, putting them on a stack on the sofa table. Conversation was a bit stilted, until Ruth and Margaret began talking about things other than their husbands’ gun collection.I hadn’t seen Stephen’s collection of rifles and handguns, but dad was rather proud of his vintage WWII weaponry.A sound in. She couldn’t help it a moan of lust escaped from her lips and her clitty was straining harder against her panties, soaking them more than she had ever felt it. He stepped back sat down in a chair watching her and she began to come back down to earth. Once her body returned to normal he stood up, walked over to her, undid her bra making it so he could use her nipples and then moving her panties aside releasing her clitty. She watched as his fingers took her nipples and began to squeeze,. I told her not to worry about that as I would coach her so that she was fully informed and up to speed with what was going on in the department. I made it clear that I could not guarantee her the job but said that unless she really messed up the interview, then with my help she might have a better chance than most.After getting out of the tub, I told the kids they could have another hour before bed to do their own thing. Miriam immediately dragged John off to her room to play computer games..