Theylooked good in her clothes but she definitely wasn't top heavy.Her waist was trim. She hadn't followed Dad into his excess withfood. Her ass and l...gs were a big asset. She had a nice flairto her hips and her ass looked tight in her clothes. She woredresses and skirts to her volunteer job as director of the foodbank. Most of her skirts were mid-calf, showing a pair ofstraight, well-formed legs. Her habit of wearing heels made themost of her legs. In short, she was a woman I was proud to. Sleeping nude was a must, especially this time of year, though it was very frowned upon during training, so she wraps herself in layer after layer of light, semi-transparent cloths. Supposedly dressing like this was supposed to help keep you cool, and to some extent that must be true.She steps out into the central sand covered courtyard. She'd seen many a great battle here, but as she looks around she couldn't help but feel nostalgic. On the other side of the clearing was Sara, the closest. So we were chatting like generally how do I celebrate my birthday and how she does and what her husband did on the first birthday they spent together. She opened the champagne and poured into our glasses and with cheers we gulped down one sip. We were sitting very close to each other and I remembered our close encounter in the theatre so I tried moving away when she caught my hand pulled me close to her, planted another small peck on my right cheek licking the cream n whispering into my ears “I. We hung out almost every weekend after that. I became a part of their group. Every time I would go see them, I would always wear something sexy; a short dress or a mini skirt with a crop top. I loved the attention the guys gave me and I could tell that my husband was proud of having me as his wife.One day my husband came to me and said he wants me to wear something special for the coming weekend. He had bought me a white mini skirt and a pink crop top online. The day came for us to go to his.