The clothes even on amazon that would fit my body were going to take too long so my only choice was buying them in person. I had a wig that I would we...r from when I worked at a Halloween store which was wavy and blonde (it fit my soft chubby big lipped face perfectly). All I needed was some clothes to pull off the look so I decided to check my grandmothers closets (she had 3) and to my fortune one was my aunts closet she had left it full of clothes but I guess just forgot about them when she. This was an evening she could handle.She dished up the food quickly, then handed a plate to Stacy andflopped herself on the couch.The credits started. The movie was that standard chick-flick,Titanic. Stacy was oohing and ah-ing over Leonardo DeCaprio,and Tom found herself puzzling about him. And puzzled. Whywas she thinking of a man this way?Stacy did most of the talking, which was good. Miranda hadn't leftany memories of Stacy with Tom, so Tom tried to play it safe.Finally, the first. Sure she got angry and yes, we were punished on occasion, but the very concept of her raising a hand with us was just beyond imagination. As for my dad, he was way too consumed with his work to pay much attention. It was always clear that any issue involving the house or us kids was my mom’s worry. As I think back on it now, I’m pretty sure he would have simply shipped us off to boarding school if she couldn’t handle us. ‘No Master. I’ve never been spanked’. ‘We’ll then, here’s one more first. ”“Aww… no one at home to help relieve the stress?” he said leaning a little closer with a goofy smile.I giggled and shook my head “Not for a while, just haven’t found the time.”“Sometimes we need to make the time, in order to take care of ourselves,” he whispered in sweet, soft tones, his hand resting on my thigh running up to the hem of my shorts. I held in a moan… his touch warming me up in more ways than one. “It seems you have the time now.”“It does, doesn’t it,” I almost purr, his every.