Jab use pucha ki sab kha gye h to sunne me aya ki apne nani ghr gye hh weekends pr ghumne k liya. Aur uski mummi k baare m pucha to khta ki naha rhi h.... . . . Bhar vale bathroom me. usko thoda behla fusla kar. bathroom tak gya . socha ki unhe dekh lu nahate vkt par unka ldka ek dum mere sath tha. jiski vjh se unhone rukne ko kha. Hum andr bethe the vo naha kr ayi. to unke kapde . body k sath chipke hue the. bra aur panty line dikh rhe the. black colour ki bra phni thi unhone shyd mujhe notice. Impossible!It’s Susan. There’s no doubt about it. She’s standing off in the distance, amongst the crowd. I rub my eyes. Is this a mirage? I crane my neck to get a better look, to be sure and fuck me, it’s really her. She looks good, all things considered; through she’s covered in blood. Her white skirt and wrap are mostly red but she doesn’t appear to be injured or hurt in any serious way.How is this possible? None of it makes sense ... I killed her, just as sure as the sun shines. But then,. "My parents said they were ok with it, and they'll even let me do the Program!" That's great," I replied, "Why don't you tell me all about it in the shower?" Not so fast," called out Quint, "Christine, Laura, Zach, and Bernie Scott are coming over for lunch, and I want you ready to go." Well, any sacrifice for art," I sighed melodramatically, and proceeded to the shower alone.When I came downstairs, Quint was introduced to Bernie Scott, who I recognized from another one of Quint's plays."You. I had a little collection of thongs, bras, stockings, shoes, skirts. I bought my own makeup and learned how to put it on. I bought a wig, and sometimes styled it with pigtails, sometimes just down. I would get all dressed up sexy for night of self pleasure. An example of one of my outfits was a black lace thong, black lace bra, garter belt, silky stockings, short skirt, and blouse. Sometimes I'd wear 5" stilettos, but other times, I wanted my patent leather thigh high boots. I would pour.