What I do know for sure is that the village had never seen anything like her.Margaret was a little too bright for the village to be honest. She was to...o fashionable and too colourful by half. Where the local women preferred shades of brown and grey, Aunt Margaret ran through the rainbow and in almost every material imaginable. From her tailored suits and power dressing to the cocktail gowns and eveningwear she displayed in the local pub. The fact that she was in her early thirties, apparently. Emma found him at the kitchen table, drinking coffee and staring out at the back yard. He turned to look at her, his expression unreadable. ‘Feeling better now?’ he asked as he got to his feet. ‘A bit.’ ‘Want some coffee?’ ‘Sure,’ she answered sitting down. He sat down again and pushed her mug across the table. Instinctively, he knew enough not to get any closer. ‘Care to tell me what you’re thinking?’ She shook her head. ‘Care to let me try to guess?’ Emma’s voice sounded wary when she. There was a time when I could go three days without shaving, but thosedays are long gone. I paint my toenails a soft pink. I notice I cancross my legs easier than last week. I must have lost some more weight.I can hear Linda is home, but she hasn't come to the bedroom. I put onmy lacy beige bra and slip my boobies in. I have B-cup bras; I don'tneed to be overendowed. I want my shoes on, since I love to spend asmuch time as possible in heels. I pull out my pink pumps (more aboutthese later) and. After I've dried off, I moisturise my skin and pick out some whore red underwear to go with my newly red hair, a sheer suspender belt with 6 metal straps, red stockings to go with it which I roll up my smooth legs and clip the suspenders to the red lace tops. A lace body which stretches over my body and clips under my clit, the fabric feels wonderful on my skin. I do my makeup, smokey eyes and ruby red lips. Then strap my black shiny strappy heels around my ankles. Rather than any other clothes.