.. would you be upset?" she asked."No," he said immediately."Find out if you have a girlfriend," she said."I will." Call me when you know." I will."Sh...e ran then, leaving the door open. He went to it and saw her bypass the elevator and go into the stairwell. He could hear the rapid thump of her shoes on the treads as she darted down, away from him.He didn't try to get to a place where he could see her running to the car. He knew it would hurt too much.Lois Freebinder was a nineteen year old. There was a bitter feeling to knowing she was really just a rebound since she actually liked Melanie, there was no way around that, but she knew Melanie liked her back even if that left a slightly bitter taste in her mouth too. Even if it had never gotten here in the real world, she knew she’d been right here in at least one of Melanie’s fantasies, just like Melanie had been in hers. Knowing Melanie liked her, even if it paled in comparison to what she felt Ivone made this a little bit easier.. My hard on proves that point with out a doubt!I am dressed like the tart I know I am. I am wearing black satinpanties with appropriate hose and carters to match. I even have on ablack under wire bra that show my boobs, holds them up and pushesthem out if you know what I mean. I had some fake nails on that werepainted slut red as were my toe nails. I was wearing a wig thatprobably needed some work, but who really cared.This is my perversion and I was not going to share it with anyone!At least. “Show her your new outfit” was the command, only I was only wearing part of it! I’m not sure who had command of my hands, but I was standing before them topless in seconds, my chest heaving, my nipples hard as stones, my heart pounding as they both looked at me, my shirt in my hand beside me. The look in his eyes told me to drop my pants, and I stood there trapped at the ankles by my clothes, nothing hiding my excitement but a see through pair of panties.As their eyes wandered over my exposed.