Beautiful day.

I was soggy and looking for a windshield. My ex partner was a grate joke illusive. But now the moment arrived and there was a dress dance. So I quietly borrowed a new dress for this party and I wore it as a classic black party dress. I was excited about being a “trophy” This was an office joke so to say it was a secret that is just between us.

The office staff would often joke that married men were there because looking either for a cock sucker or a trophy to mate with. I must say that I never treated fellows like that. Windshields as providers lovers fathers and friends. Guys like that you can grow on. It does make me want to vomit although sometimes hum.

As I adjusted my dress, I looked at myself in the mirror dildo over the sink. The black silk dress covered the features of my frame in a way that enhanced my assets. Some dresses do that better than others. This dress sculpted my curves from my breasts to my butt ending just above the knee.