I was a size 12, and my last ex girlfriend thought I was the sexiest creature alive. Her compliments always centered on my large breasts and a Kim Kar...dashian type ass, which I selfishly admit, I loved showing off. Yet I felt it was unfair to use my body in getting what I wanted. I have always been the independent type; strong and secure about myself, not like the rest of my sorority friends were. They were muddled with the typical rush of life, marriage, c***dren... I simply wanted none of. I'm all yours tonight. For dancing, anyway," she laughed."Where are your folks?" I asked."They had this thing, Dad's company. They're down on the Cape, won't be home until three or four in the morning. They've requested your parents get some extra pics." No problem. We'll need this, though." Good thing I went with the wrist corsage, there wouldn't have been much material for a pin-on one. That dress had spaghetti straps."Pink roses! My favorite!" I do believe I knew that," I grinned. We headed. As always they feel great encasing my shavedlegs and they really do make your legs look great. I stood up andpulled up the skirt. I was really nervous about going out like this.I was worried that I would have a hard time (no pun intended) passingas a female or worse that someone I knew would see me like this. Iwas also worried that I would have a constant erection because of howgood the pantyhose felt when I walked rubbing against the panties andmy cock.I decided that maybe this would be the. They think they're smarter than us. We need to correct that impression." "I swear, you're as pig-headed as my husband was." I smile. She's convinced. She just doesn't want to admit it. She's used my photos of Mindy's house and made a plan. It's all set up for zero hour, nine PM, tonight, twenty minutes from now. The assets are all in place. I've got my gun in my trenchcoat pocket, but of course, I'll be taking the trenchcoat off once I'm inside, and there will be no place to hide a gun in what.