Call everybody Mister and Misses. Charles, don’t end up engaged to Claire at the end of this party? Your mother doesn’t want to lose her little bo... yet,” she chuckled.“Mrs. Fleming, that’s not funny,” I responded. “Hmmm. Brian, will you be my best man?”The look on his face was classic!“Just kidding, dude. Lighten up. This is bound to be fun. Let’s not let our mouths write a check that our asses can’t cash.”Mrs. Fleming was giggling, but trying to hold it in, “Well said, Charles ... OK boys,. ”She looked ahead and said softly, “Good.”Vanessa chatted incessantly as we walked. And it wasn’t even as if it was about anything, just idle gossip about people in Wintersmith or on her course, hardly any of whom I knew. I recognised the odd name here and there, but that was about it. But I didn’t mind. It saved me from talking. I mean, what had I got to talk about? Lots, I suppose. I mean, these sorts of dates (although, it wasn’t a date) were all about sharing stories and backgrounds and. It made the girl's insanely large breasts bounce and jiggle in the tight white schoolgirl's blouse. It also made her minimal skirt dance to reveal the lower cheeks of her round, fat ass."Oh god, yessss!" the girl squealed, clapping her long nailed hands."Silly brat," Lilah hissed below her breath. "Silly stupid creature."Beside her walked a slumping, naked girl with dirty blonde hair. She was wrapped in chains. Her elbows and wrists were tightly bound at her back, making her tits push out. They. Some of my favorites were:Rita Hayworth, Jane Russell, and Joan Collins. Movie stars who looked sobeautiful and had strong roles. I especially liked Jane Russell. HerLips were always painted beautifully and she had long red nails. I lovedher in "Gentlemen Prefer Blondes", where she wore the slinky red dresswith the high slit and those gorgeous stiletto heels. I think I likedher over Marilyn, because like me she had dark hair. I also loved her inthat showgirl outfit in "The French Line". That is.