She asked my what I thought of her idea for a costume. She would use her boyfriends shoulder pads and helmet and dress up as a football player. Natura...ly, I told her she’d look pretty, and we started to talk about making her look more like an athlete and like a man. We talked about how a man has a thicker waste, so she ought to wear something around her waist to lessen how her hips flared out – her hips and ass flared out wonderfully from her narrow waist. Really, I didn’t care about the. I never liked the idea of keeping secrets from her. It’s just not who I am. I did, however, make one exception. As I was driving home from the hardware store one afternoon I noticed a sign sitting high off of the shoulder of the road. It had a picture of a woman holding a newborn swaddled in a pink blanket, a blissful smile on her face as she looked down at the peaceful, sleeping baby in her arms. ‘Is adoption right for you?’ The sign read, with a phone number and address below the picture.. ”She smacked my ass as she walked away and into the arms of her boyfriend, who immediately stuck his tongue in her mouth. I guess he wanted to taste me on her lips. I could feel eyes all over me and suddenly felt embarrassed. I made my way to the bathroom to collect myself. I had to re-tuck my "secret" because the arousal of the mini-make-out session had shifted my panties a bit. I suddenly became very nervous. What if Aubrey found out I had kissed another girl?I opened my purse to get out some. I was still looking in the mirror when I took a step and noticed my thigh was exposed almost all the way to my crotch as the skirt parted like curtains opening. I turned back to the mirror and backed up a few feet. I took several steps forward and watched as I risked exposing a lot more than my thighs with every forward motion of my legs. That overexposure must have been what the designer had in mind. There's no way to avoid it.I went out to the living room and grabbed my purse. Only then did I.