Pick Me Please Pick Me!
As we walk to the room we pass an elderly couple. "Good evening," and I hear her say "What a lovely dress." She must mean mine, as Lisa had removed hers in the lift.
She is nervous, her mouth is dry, and the butterflies in her tummy flutter and as she reaches the stairs, she catches sight of herself in the mirror. She smiles as she takes a closer look at the reflection. The girl is dressed in a simple, short, off-white dress which highlights her figure. Her breasts are full and, despite the lack of a bra, they are firm. She checks her bottom. Her hands stroke her cheeks and cup her bu...
