” Kendra shook her head with a smile and brought her coffee to her lips. “Well, my idea of a ‘real man’ is someone cute, muscly, can cry i...n movies and brings me flowers every time he picks me up. Haven’t found him yet, though.” She turned her gaze to Elaine. “What about you, Elaine? What kind of man would you like to meet?” “Hmmm... I’d like to meet someone who impresses me. Someone I can look up to and learn from. Someone I can respect. Someone with substance.” “Someone who isn’t. And what are you going to do about that?” “That’s why I’m here.” “You mean you don’t have any post?” He shook his head. I noticed he wasn't in his uniform. He was just wearing jeans and a t-shirt. “You want to come in anyway, don’t you?” He nodded and I stood aside, ushering him in with a wave of my hand. When he got into the living room, he turned around and wrapped his arms around me, kissing me fiercely on my mouth, his tongue eager to enter. I held his head in my hands and returned his. I dimmed the light a bit and he asked to turn it back up casually throwing a money clip on a table as I leant backwards against the wall like as he first saw me smiling at him.He reached into he’s pocket scribbling a note on some paper and handed it to me folded and I undid it seeing he’s phone number with ‘don’t touch me?’ on the back. Asking me is that ok just to watch him and I nodded yes as I pulled out a chair and sat down sideways so my little plaid skirt rode up my thighs. I reached into. Instead of laying flat onmy back, the panties were resting between my cheeks and hung from myhips. There was no elastic band in that underwear, but it wouldn't fallbecause my hips were large enough to stop it from doing so.When I was fully dressed, I went back to the girls. Brigitte asked me tohave another look and lifted my sweater dress. My pantyhose hugged mynew butt like a glove."See? Isn't that a fine piece of ass?" she asked Angela."Oh, Brigitte! You are the best!" she.