I was beginning to feel quite light headed in a nice kind of nervy way, after all I suppose this was our first ‘proper date’, first date nerves I told myself. Porn video Brown boots again, but my gorgeous new Italian leather ones with a slightly higher heel, but still sensible (ish) for walking, black skinny jeans, and my cream cowl neck, this time though I selected my favourite fantasie bra with some slightly bigger boobs and matching thong, topped off, I thought with my red coat, a bit tartier, but not trashy. If so, then what? ‘fine hun, you?’ as I slipped my arm around him and we walked off. I moaned softly and pulled away, ‘next time’ I said, ‘I’m not a first date kind of girl’
We both giggled this
