The matching black G string makes sure there's no VPL. With my blonde, blonde hair I really do look like Elle Woods. I sashay with much more confidenc...e now. And my next stop is to swap the sandals for some decent heels.Back to shopping though. Sensible shoes for work. Pantyhose. T-shirts, jeans, assorted tops and skirts. It's a good thing it's late night shopping - as I'm at it all day. All your basic cosmetics and toiletries and, finally, I splurge on a LBD and some shoes to match just in. Her face was a mixture of shock and arousal, much to her chagrin. She looked nothing like the Abigail she’d been before, hair always tied in a knot at the nape of her neck and necklines up to her chin almost. Her skin was golden in the picture, thighs pressed tight to Gabe’s hips, blond hair loose and wild. She bit her lips as she devoured the sight of his bare backside, slightly less tan than his upper body. His hair tumbled down the middle of his broad, sculpted back in a glossy flow of black. She left to go 'home'. I don't know where to. I saw her through the windows in the weak light from the lamp posts on the car park. A dark shadow in her winter coat. She looked so small and forlorn.I finished up some admin work and drove home. There was a letter waiting for me from my ex-wife's solicitor. It essentially said that in lieu of child support for my son for the past 2 and next 8 years I could keep the house. And the mortgage we took out to buy the apartment for our daughters of. “Try me.”“Promise you won’t get upset with me.”“I’m a big girl Anne Marie.”“Well, here goes. Lately, I have been fantasizing about Jim. It is because you’ve been coming out here so often. We’re getting quite close.”Her heart dropped into her stomach. “But not THAT close Anne Marie ... COME ON NOW.” At the same time, she got goosebumps and suddenly felt squishy between her legs.“At least you’re not clawing my eyes out.”“I’ll admit that I’m a bit put off Anne Marie.”Anne Marie boldly pressed on..