Dhire dhire din bitte gaye, me use lagatar dekhta rehta tha us par line marne ka 1 bhi chance nahi chodta tha, use bhi is baat ka pata tha, dhire dhir...e maine usse baat karna chalu kar diya, hum apne notes exchange karne lage, liabrary me 1 saat baithne lage, hamari dosti aur bhi gehri ho gayi, lekin me use propose nahi kar pa raha tha, shayad wo bhi muze chahne lagi thi, par hum donone is baat ka izhar nahi kiya tha, phir 1 din maine hi use propose kiya, aur usne zaat se haan bhar di,Kya batau. I didn't see much fat on him either. Florence was content to hold herself back on the porch and give me a little wave of greeting. She was built more like Diane, tall and thin. Her hair was a faded out very light brown, sort of a mousy brown color I'd call it. If anything, she had less in the way of breasts than her daughter did. She had a very nice smile though. They convinced me to come inside with them. The inside of the house was better. Everything looked clean and well organized. The. She always went to work in unflattering pants and sneakers, no matter how much I would tell her to spruce herself up. I chalked our marriage up to being one of boring conversation and complete abstinence. That was until last year. I hadn't even noticed that she lost all the weight. In fact, she was lighter than when we first started dating.With that said...It was a running joke between the guys at work that when a frumpy looking woman lost weight and started wearing tight revealing clothes, she. It was a push-up bra, a fuzzy white sweater with a plunging neckline, a pleated scotch-plaid skirt, white cotton panties, long white socks, saddle shoes, and a black hairband. Her pussy started to tingle slightly as she realized she was being dressed up as a school girl. Her hands trembled as she put on the outfit. Everything fit her perfectly. As she thought that, she said to herself that she shouldn't be surprised, given how much The Society knew about her. When she was changed, she sat down.