I had been a real slut that day after all. Maybe that’d be best, just admit what a terrible person I am and beg for forgiveness. “I’m sorry for ...eing a worthless ... terrible ... person.”“Wow, that ... Bailey. Look, I already know what really happened. Just ... if we’re going to be besties again, we have to be honest. Did you kiss him?”“No!”“OK, but you told him you liked him.” I nodded. “Did you know he was my boyfriend?”“No!”“It’s alright to tell me the truth, I already forgave you, otherwise. David was holding a French maid costume, imagining how good Beth would look in it. The costume seemed tailor made to fit Beth's buxom figure. It had your typical fish net stockings, a thong under a black mini skirt, push-up bra, little hat, and a feather duster. Beth would detest this as standard male chauvinistic crap. His wife's figure was clearly wasted in all the baggy clothes she always wore. Thankfully though, if more men had been aware of Beth's hot body, there was no doubt in David's. "Somewhere along the line, these bikes got more expensive than most cars." Yeah, but cars aren't anywhere near as much fun." She was convinced that I was likely to buy a motorcycle and she was probably right.It wasn't until we were in the restaurant that I got a chance to talk to her about my plans. It was also time for me to come clean about my real identity."Kayla, I think I owe you an explanation and an apology," I began. "I've haven't been completely honest with you about who I am."She. They were going out later that evening. She wore jeans that she must have wiggled into, along with a fitted white button-up blouse that looked a bit like a man's dress shirt, topping that off with a pair of four-inch red heels. I was almost drooling. Then she turned to the side. In combination with my height, a couple of loose buttons, no bra and the angle, I could see right down her blouse to those rock-hard little nips. That just made my mouth water!Then John came out to speak with her and he.