“Do you want to leave this party?” Ryan asked with newfound mischief in his tone. Owen smiled at him birghtly, “yeah but… where do we go?”. ...“I don’t care”, Ryan replied and kissed him before grabbing Owen’s hand and dragging him outside.They didn’t let go of eachother, strolling a narrow, suburbian path further into undeveloped area. When they found nearby bushes and some trees they took detour immediately, the darkness obscuring them and what they were about to do. The only thing Ryan. One that would look seriously slutty with some erotic lingerie beneath, maybe with just a little of it on display.Hubby selected my Skin-tight Red soft PVC, zip up mini dress, with a corset effect lace up back, which cinched my waist even more so."Good choice!" I smiled as hubby looked happy that he had pleased me."And what shoes should accompany this?" I asked sternly.Hubby got down on his knees and raked through some of the ridiculously high heeled shoes I possessed. He stood up with a pair. Skater shoes. I am 5”6’, he is 5”4’, about 155lbs, dark short hair. I am a cross between punk and fem, love my wifebeaters but I have a lot of colorful ones while he just wears the white or black, I wear super skinny jeans, sometimes short shorts, I have some skater shoes too but I love my flip flops. In the past you could normally find me out on my patio in the shortest of shorts, tanning, smoking, and chillin. I loved being this trophy that people eyed as they walked by. I realize that. The talking that had continued during the afternoon all but ceased once the eating began. I ate slowly, not sure how long dinner would take, and not wanting to overeat. Only when several other men finished and left did I indicate that I was finished by saying “Alhamdulillah” (Thanks be to God) and washing my hands and face.I struggled through the next sentence, but got my meaning across when I said, “An’am Allah alaikum kather Allah kherkum,” which translates roughly as indicating that I had.