I paired this with a pink, backless top that showed my nipples pointing through. To be honest, I had tons of trouble functioning in this outfit. My sk...irt kept on riding up and I constantly found myself pulling it down. When I sat, my skirt would ride up even more, exposing my bright pink thong to anyone who sat across from me, despite my best efforts to conceal it by crossing my legs or gluing them together. It was no use. I just sat there and let the guys enjoy the view.I was sitting on the. Then Anger: I said to myself, “Fuck her! I don’t need the bitch!” I went out and bought a case of Jameson’s and spent the next week drunk on my ass. Occasionally I staggered over to the screen to look at that diabolical little prompt. It was still blinking away. Finally, I smashed the monitor with my last bottle of Irish.Then Bargaining: I woke up lying on the floor covered in vomit and little pieces of plastic. I took my wasted body out to the local Best-Buy, and bought a top of the line. Having backed his hopes into such an isolated spot she was delighted at the lump of putty she had kneaded this youngster into. She had almost done the same thing two weeks ago when he had showered but she decided to let their “innocent” involvement percolate a bit further. After the first week of the arrangement, Giordino had said, “So when are you going to pounce on the boy Charlotte?” She ignored his comments, finally lulling him into believing that she was no longer interested in the. All in all I’m not that bad looking, in fact most people find me attractive.“Sounds good to me. Come sit over here with me babe,” he said as he patted the bench beside him.As I walked over to the bench I noticed the growing bulge in the front of his brown cargo shorts. “Sure, but are you sure that’s safe?” I joked as I stared at his crotch. In my extremely low rise jeans and skimpy little tank top I loved knowing that I affected my man this way.Before I knew what was happening, Greg had stood.