. or have you forgotten your Giuliano?"Fran was blushing at the other end of the line, shamelessly pleased and excited."No, no... I haven't forgotten....." she replied. "Yes, I'd love to come tomorrow... shall I meet you there?"By the time she hung up the phone, Fran was glowing. She moved through the rest of the day as though on a cloud. And by the time her husband, Brint, came home for dinner to break her mood, she was filled with one thought: Why couldn't every day be as pleasant as this one. What if the others knew? They would tell Aunt Beatrice, and they would throw her into the streets.Such despairing thoughts raced madly through her brain for several minutes. Finally, she dragged herself out of bed and over to the washbasin to take care of her morning ablutions. Nothing would be gained by hiding from the world, so she might as well face the consequences and get it over with.Each step reminded her that she had engaged in some unusual exercise the previous evening. Her thighs,. “Hi Kevin.” I hear one of the girl behind me, I look back and it is Becca. “Oh, hi Becca” I say smiling at her. Becca, is a 5’9 red head, she is a bit crazy in a good way. Anyway, she is sitting next to Cassandra, a 5’9b black haired, who likes to flirt a lot. The bus finally, departs for Oxford, I sit back and just relax and also listen in on the conversation in front of me, between Jessica, and Melissa. We get to Oxford and the night went on, we won the football game 18-10. We get back on. Since I was naked, Dale answered the door. I was surprised when he came back into the room and he wasn’t alone. But our visitors are only Lisa and Frank so I wasn’t uncomfortable.I stood up and gave them both a hug. They complimented me on my outfit. I got them a cup of coffee and served them at the table. Before we sat down and got comfortable I asked Lisa to follow me upstairs so I can show her something.I led her upstairs and showed her the slip I wore last night. She loved it and she.