Filthy mature ho
Lucky for me, Phil is a trusting individual. I know I abuse that
trust, but, that night, after dinner, I told him I was going out with some
women from the office for a bachelorette party. I didn't know then how
close to the truth I was.
I parked outside of Scott's and looked in the bag. All that was in it
was a black garterbelt, black stockings and black high heels. It wasn't
easy, but I stripped and put the sexy stuff on in the car, fixed my extra
make-up in the visor mirror, and put on my raincoat.