Her long, light brown hair was loose and flowing down over one shoulder but pulled aside to keep the conspicuous swell of her tits in the forefront of... the photo.The girl was normally highly self-conscious of her pneumatically voluptuous body so it was a rare occurrence to see her dressed the way she was in her selfie. And it was just on the edge of being suggestive enough to make Del wonder why she would’ve sent the photo to her own father. He suspected she must have meant to send it to someone. "I crawled over to Kelly who was now sitting on the edge of the bed, still in white basque and stockings, but now putting on red knee high boots, similar to my white ones."Kiss my feet Pussy boy," she snarled, "and thank me for sharing my lovely, big, strong, black man with you." Thanks..." I mumbled as I licked her boots clean."Look up at me and say it properly or you will be lucky to leave here alive!" she said.Dressed like a slut, with my pink pantied ass sticking up in the air, and 18 stone. ”I looked at her in mirror, “In public feels very different.” She smiled and I wondered what she really had in mind for the club.A club house on a late Saturday morning is largely populated by men ending their games or enjoying the atmosphere of the game and competition. It is also a highly charged location to be wearing the outfit Mrs. Cornell had me dressed in. Sitting in the dining room, she chose a table far from the door. As we walked through the room, I could feel all the male eyes. I suppose the only thing that spoilt it was the disapproving looks that we got from several people. I asked Caroline about it but she didn’t seem bothered. I took Caroline out on a few more occasions and we had a great time talking and laughing. She made me feel young again and the age difference didn’t seem to bother her. Then things changed quite drastically (for the better I might add). We were at the same pub. We’d finished the meal and were sitting in the gardens finishing a bottle of.