She wore a very short pleated skirt that showed off herlong, toned legs, she had her mother’s legs. Her topwas cut very short barely covering he... midriff. Ithought about making her go back upstairs and changebut I wasn’t up for another argument so I said nothingand just let it go. With my keys in hand I followed behind her to the caras we walked towards the car she dropped her hair clipwhen she bent over to pick it up her skirt rode upexposing her cunt, the slut wasn’t wearing. I thought that was strange since this attack was being touted as an attack from the North on the freedom loving people of the democratic South.The elusiveness of the VC was probably their best weapon. You didn’t know who they were, where they were coming from, or what they wanted as their real objective.It just seemed like that major advantage was all thrown away in the Tet offensive.Years later, I read in a report that the success of the Tet offensive was actually a major defeat for the enemy. " You're welcome, cuck." Aaron replied. "You will go shopping with Marta tomorrow and fill out your wardrobe. You will also buy her a sexy outfit for tomorrow night - I'm taking her out to dinner, on your dime of course. Now put on a pair of panties and get to work - I want this place spotless when I return." Yes sir," I said as I bowed my head and changed into my panties. I chose the pink thong as it was the most revealing and I wanted to impress. Aaron gave my wife a long kiss as he grabbed. Back in the real world, school was in full swing, and I found I had a social life and acceptance, and the love of a woman, or as near it as my still maturing mind and soul could grasp. These things, as they would anyone my age, came close to occupying me fully. I did not become a copy of that classic figure in literature, alone and bent upon a 'Great Quest', driven to achieve ultimate enlightenment. My probing of those areas became the equivalent of standing in front of a mirror and flexing my.