I liked the way the slip felt against my legs and my new panties were so comfortable that I was going to ask mom to let me wear them home. "You're jus... as pretty in a school dress as you are in a party dress!" Mom told me as she showed me off to Grandma again. "Isn't he just the prettiest little girl mom?" She asked Grandma. "Certainly," Grandma said proudly as I walked into the room. "I told you he'd make a pretty girl didn't I?"Mom stared at me as though she was very happy about something.. She played it in a light and playful manner, makingjust a few slips. They complimented her on her musicality and enjoyment ofthe music.Congratulations! Wow! That was really good! she told herself.Thanks! she replied gratefully. I dunno how we'll go in the rest of it,though.Don't worry, we'll be great, she said to herself reassuringly. Her heartwas pounding.She had said singing and dancing were her strengths, so Mr James and MissLaycock got her to sing Ombra mai f? accompanied by Mr James. A. You are?” I sadly stated. “Come over here and look in this mirror,” I said ushering Danny towards a full length mirror. We gazed at her reflection together. She was 5’4” tall, red haired, freckled and built like a brick shit house. Her ample cleavage was exploding out of her low cut blouse and her jeans were so tight you could see Abe’s picture on the penny in her pocket. “Mrs. B. is never traveling with you for 1400 miles,” I offered. Danny snagged a huge sweatshirt off a rack and pulled. The woman began to feel as if God was answeringher prayer and was even more happy as she saw her blonde haired friendwalk in."Sara! Sara!" she called out through the liquid as she had now felt nocontrol over her hips and stomach.The blonde woman, Sara titled her head and gave her friend a curiouslook, unfazed by the site of goo trying to force its way down herfriend's mouth."Sara! What the fuck! Help me!" The brunette yelled through the liquid asshe now had lost control of her hands as they had.