. Did I just call her 'Cici'? Shit.============During my first period, I continued my efforts to acclimate myself to all the longing stares the girls ...were giving me throughout. A thought popped into my head at one point: Was the entire class in on this, or was it just Cici and her gang of five girls? Part of me wished it was former, because then I could possibly have a different girl a night for nearly a month. But the other part of my mind hoped it was the former since the other option seemed. Now dolled up in a short black mini cocktail dress and heels; made up to the nines and admiring myself. I walked out to the motel balcony and looked around....it looked pretty desolate. I was likely going to be in for a night of nothing but internet chat and a few drinks before drifting off to sleep. Suddenly in the neighboring motel some guys came out and got into two work trucks and headed out for the evening. But they saw me, blew their horns and waved as they left. Well, at least I turned a. Nun weis ich endlich dass ich gar nicht alleine mit meiner Neigung bin in den Sommermonaten auf das Höschen zu verzichten, denn recht viele Frauen berichten darüber dass sie an warmen Sommertagen unter ihrem Rock oder Kleid kein Höschen tragen. Einige von ihnen finden es sogar sehr aufregend es darauf anzulegen das ihnen fremde Männer unter die Kleidung schauen können, da werden schon mal provokant die Schenkel etwas weiter geöffnet damit Mann auch sehen kann das da nichts ist. Besonders Frauen. ”“But it’s what you haven’t seen yet.”“An older, heavier body,” Celia agreed. “But ... it’s an experience I had.”“What happened?” Joe asked.“It was one of the clients. This rich, fat bull dyke. She was ... aggressive. Wanted to make me enjoy her, if that could ever happen. She was ... disgusting.”“I would ask if she looked anything like Maria,” Joe said, “but that’s not the point is it? Maybe we should keep things separate.”“No Joe, unless Maria can’t handle the possibility, I’d like to get.