”“Yeah, it is. I’ve never been a stand-in husband before.”She opens the jacket again, “What about the bra? Can you see the pattern through t...e blouse?”“It barely shows. I can see the outline of the cups and straps but that’s normal. I can also a hint of your nipples.”“Just a hint?” She rubs one nipple and then the next. “Can you see more than a hint?”“I can see them much better. I like it when they’re stiff.”“That’s just what my husband would say. You’re being a good stand-in.”“Go ahead and try. After repeated warnings she didn't change her ways, in fact got quite ignorant telling others to 'Fuck off.' Complaining to the authorities was out of the question, so a group of girls decided to do something about it. One evening after supper when we were all in the barracks, they gathered round her and grabbed her and after a struggle managed to get her up onto a table. She started to scream as if she was being murdered and a rag was thrust in her mouth and tied there to quiet her screams.. I was restless with worry about impressing my boss at my new job, but staying up late and getting five hours of sleep was probably not the way to do it.I was in a state of too much stress, not enough down time, and practically a zero in my sex life. Every 23-year-old's dream, I thought to myself. I fell asleep with this sarcasm on my mind.I awoke in the night and glanced at the clock across the room: 2:37am. I did a quick mental calculation, determining I had exactly four hours and eight. Green eyes, red lips, fat chubby cheeks, and of course she had wide hips and a big round ass. And over that ass she was wearing a long flowing floor-length skirt. It was not see-through, but it was light enough to show off every curve on her hips and cheeks. And every once in a while she would move around, and her skirt would flutter and fall deep between her ass cheeks. Her and her friend were chatting about this and that, and she would shift her ass from side to side as she talked. That made.