"I'd heard enough. It was a set up. Annie had set me up. She had been lying to me for years. I had believed her when she told me about her 'one time' ...with Alan. I had believed her because I loved her and I had thought that she loved me, but quite obviously she didn't. And I didn't miss the part about "his life insurance" either. Annie had set me up to be killed. The sounds of Annie being fucked on the kitchen table faded as I quietly closed the door and hurried back to my pick up truck.I took. " You mean now?" Why not?"Ron considered. He'd been looking forward to wearing a dress tonight.The impulse was strong. It'd feel good to satisfy it. And he'd recentlytoyed with the idea of dressing up in front of Dan. He really wantedhis friend's opinion. "Are you sure it's alright?" Absolutely."He'd already stood up and taken two steps before Dan had answered thequestion.***Ron was back in the ground floor guest room behind the closed door. Hisheart thumped like a bass drum. He decided that if. I told him that I was just thinking of cooking for myself, he said don't bother with that well go to the Windmill have a meal a couple of drinks and I'll bring you home. That will give me some company as well as you then.I said to him well I can't go out like this I'll need to change first if that is ok. He replied that is good. While your getting ready I'll phone for a cab and ask them to pick us up in an hour is that o' k'. I replied that will do nicely, give me time to grab a quick shower as. Boyfriends always came to appreciate my butt. My breasts would attract them, but when we were together they always ended up playing with my backside. I loved the feeling of someone massaging me there.Turning back, my breasts looked great, if I do say so myself. They always did. They were a good size, with a nice shape. Guys always went crazy over them. My breasts always seemed larger to me than they actually were. At a 34 C, they weren't exactly small, but the fact that I was barely 5'3", and.