[twowide]

"His Fiancee is here !" chanted his Mother as she rushed to the door to greet me when I called at a friends house. As I entered the room, this tall, buxom blonde slid slowly from the sofa. Cunningly clutching the folds of her pleated skirt twixt elbows and hips, her skirt held aloft as she rose. Big arse. White briefs. Stockings. Suspenders. Luscious, long legs that went on forever. Our eyes met, reflected in the mantlepiece mirror. She smiled as I enjoyed the vista. "You'd better be careful!" muttered Dad as he reclined in his chair. " I AM NOT ENGAGED!" she bawled, turning as she vigorously pointed to the bare fingers of her left hand. "I've only just had my 18th Birthday last week!" "OH ! You know. It's Un-official!" muttered Mother.