Linda Thorborg
Based on "Mirror" by Sylvia PlathI am clear and precise. I harbor no illusions.What I see before me, I become immediately.I am untainted by desire or hate.I am not hurtful, I. When I hadbeen Carol's boy friend, I had thought that Mrs. Phelps was a perfectlady. Now, I realized from where this body had inherited it's sexualresponses.We dressed. Mother and Rebecca decided to wear their corsets under theirdresses. The dress that I wore wouldn't allow me to wear a corset oreven a brassiere. I put my dress over my white panties and cinnamonstockings. We went to the restaurant in the mall to get a quick lunchand something to drink. Every male in the place stopped talking. This was, of course, a more serious matter, but he still had to fight the laughter. Why would she think he would expect that? Of course it was a very appealing prospect, but he had no right to expect it.As he struggled to hold his composure, it occurred to him that her expectation was not really that strange. Ever since THE DAY Tessa's attitude toward him and her demeanor around him had been different. Rather than the usual combativeness, there was a bit of subservience that actually saddened. Her mother and I were friends and it was not hard to see that Brittany was a VERY mature young lady that was going to grow up to be EXTREMELY naughty.... EX-FUCKING-STREMALY!! Her boyfriends were always years older than herself and she admitted to fucking a few of her mothers boyfriends over the years so naughty is her middle name. About a week after her 18th birthday (I wasn't aware of her birthday) I was invited to her mothers home for a cookout/pool party.Brittany wasted NO time in making.
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