Note, this a true story, some of the names have been changed, but certainly not the events of the days!, this is taken right from my diary entry of the time.
My (email) name is Joyce Devries and it was a real life adventure, our good friends (a couple, me with him as a male and my spouse with her) that we have double dated a few times, invited us to join them as their dates for a Gala event put on by a hotel in the next City for over 300 people to celebrate New years Eve, and no, this was not a TV/TG event. My spouse knows about and totally supports me as "Joyce"; she is an incredible woman, as you will see. I am 5'2", TV, live near Toronto, Ont., Canada, pass quite well as a woman and have done tons of "real life" things as a woman, this one was another really special, romantic adventure.
New Years Eve 2004
by Joyce Devries
MSN ID: joyce_devries@hotmail.com
"After The Gala and Going Home"
December 31st, 2004
Continued………
I went to my suitcase and grabbed the bag I had pre-packaged with my lingerie for the evening and such and headed to the bathroom, and closed the door, first thing I did was kick off my heels, and MAN!, being flat footed was worse that being in heels!!!, and I ended up standing on my tippie toes as I undressed!. I looked at myself in the mirror and I looked a mess, and decided that since I was so tired and was not going out again, I would do only what was necessary for Brad in the bedroom. I knew I was not exactly sober and that my dress was very difficult to get off and did not want to rip or tear anything and proceeded carefully. I then realized I had to get the safety pin undone that was holding down the back of my low strapped bra and started fumbling with it and then gave up and decided to very carefully pull the dress up and over my head. Everything came off, bra and all, and I ended up sorting out the dress and was a little mad as some of my makeup ended up on the dress, but I eventually did not care and just hung it up and continued on with what I had to do.
I pulled out my brand new black satin peignoir, I loved and still do, this lingerie, it was custom made and I helped in the design, the gown is pure black satin with the right amount of black lace and the wrap was of the same material and trimmed in lace, I slipped it on and loved the look. I looked in the mirror and cleaned up my face by wiping off some of my mascara to clean up my eyes and pulled out my lipstick and applied a healthy coat. I dreaded what I had packed, as it was part of the outfit and that was a pair of black 4 ¾" patent heels, I was really surprised as I slipped them on that they were not that painful, my feet welcomed the arch as I walked around. I spritzed myself with another douse of Charlie perfume and then one final check in the mirror, and slowly walked back into the room, where Brad was waiting for me.
Brad had stripped and was naked in a white terri cloth robe and stood as I walked into the room, I could see that his huge member was poking out from the robe and I smiled as walked towards him. He was smiling and told me he loved the satin look on me and I was feeling really sexy and twirled and game him a show of the entire look and he came to me and hugged me and started giving me a long and slow kiss. This kiss was different, it was not him ramming his tongue in my mouth, but more methodical and slow, he pulled me in tight and I could feel is hard member against my belly as we kissed, he then started groaning and in between kisses telling me how he loved the feel of the silk of my lingerie against his cock. He was getting hotter and hotter as he started thrusting his cock into my belly, and I could feel his wetness started to seep through the fabric as he continued. I was "along for the ride", as he kissed and "made love" to the fabric of my lingerie. He was getting hotter and hotter as we kissed and continued to thrust into me, I made a comment about how much he was enjoying the lingerie and all he did was groan back.
Brad eventually broke our kiss and picked me up in his strong arms and carried be to the bed and placed me on the right side of the bed and then ran around and got in the other side as I was adjusting my lingerie. After he slid in, he started the same kissing, I lowered my satin covered hands and started slowly massaging him, to which he groaned and was getting even hotter and hotter and could feel him wetness seeping through my satin covered hands. Eventually he could take no more and I made my way down to his belly were I laid my head, inches away from his throbbing member and slowly stoked and teasingly asked him what he wanted and he groaned back, "suck me off, please suck me off". I teasingly told him I would and kissed my way down to his massive member and started sucking and licking all of the cum that had formed and was totally enjoying it. Like earlier I went to work, licking up and down and positioned myself on my knees above his massive member and started licking up and down his shaft and eventually got both my satin covered hands wrapped around his pole and started to pump up and down. It was quite a bit longer than earlier, but Brad eventually started to breathe heavier and heavier and I knew he was about to cum. I wrapped my lips around the head of his cock and waited, which was only a few seconds and he blew, not a ton like before, but what I was used to from him and I slurped up all he gave as he grunted and groaned as he came.
When he stopped, I let the now softening member leave my lips and rested my head on his belly as I watched his cock slowly go soft. I gave it one last kiss and heard Brad jump, to which I laughed and then got up and hobbled my way to the champagne and poured a glass to wash my mouth out. I slowly walked to the window and looked out to see what the rest of the world was doing and was in an "afterglow" of the events of the evening. I finished the champagne and then turned around and saw that Brad had fallen asleep, laying there nude, still on his back, I had to laugh as his once mighty member was all limp and laying on his belly. I covered him and then turned off all of the lights and then slipped off my robe and heels and went to the washroom and pulled out my tiara and the bobby pins that were in it took off my hair and put on my "sleeping hair", took off all of my jewelry and satin gloves and went back into the room, and slipped into my side of the bed and quickly fell soundly asleep, last thing I remember was the clock, it was 3:45am.
I awoke to the sound of the shower running and rolled over and saw Brad had already had woken up and as I rubbed my eyes saw that the time was 11am, and Brad had already informed them that we were going for a late checkout, so I knew I did not have to hurry. I slid myself out of bed and groaned in real pain as my feet hit the ground and I felt it in my calves and feet. I put on my robe and started to walk around and saw that Brad had already poured a glass of champagne and orange juice and I was sipping on it when he came out of the bathroom wearing only a towel. He came to me and gave me a light kiss and told me the bathroom was all mine, and not to take too long. I smiled and told him that I would not, and that he should relax, and I would get all cleaned up and pretty for him.
I grabbed my suitcase and went into the bathroom, and I am surprised that Brad was not upset at the way I looked. My hair was a mess, my makeup all smeared and even I did not like the look, but stripped out of my lingerie and pantyhose from the night before and then jumped into a much welcome shower and made myself squeaky clean. As I came out of the shower, I dried off and started dressing for the day, I started with my lingerie, which was a favorite matching lace and satin burgundy panties and bra. I slipped them on and then grabbed my satin gloves from the night before and slipped them on so I would not put a run in my sheer pantyhose. I had to laugh as the liquid that had come off Brad's member the night before when I was caressing him, had stained my gloves and left crusty areas on them. After I got on my pantyhose I slipped into my heels I had packed that were only 2 inches or so in height, so I would not put a snag in my sheer pantyhose. I decided to getting all dressed before I did my makeup and pulled out my tiny black denim skirt, and slipped it on and knew that Brad would like when he saw it, but carefully put on a healthy does of Charlie perfume. Then I put on my comfy white cable knit turtleneck sweater and then looked in the mirror and really like what I saw. I then started working on my makeup, and keeping in mind that it was a Saturday day, and decided to keep it rather light, but made sure my eyes were well defined, blush was light and chose my deep formal reddish pink lipstick, and I knew it was over the top, but I knew Brad would love it. I finished the look off with long gold dangle earrings, and my gold anklet on my right ankle and my gold watch. I packed everything away in my suitcase and took out my regular purse and after a final check, left the bathroom to join Brad in the room.
As I entered the room, I could see that Brad had other ideas than getting dressed and was lying on the bed, with his white housecoat wide open, naked and his massive member standing proud and he was gently stroking it. He immediately complimented me on my outfit and told me my legs were so sexy. I smiled with a sly grin and asked what he was doing and said, "just keeping this ready for you" as he looked down to this massive member. I slid onto the bed and Brad pulled me close and we started kissing and he started moaning and told me between kisses how good my lipstick tasted. As we kissed, I moved my hand down and pushed Brad's hand away and started slowly massaging it up and down. I then asked between kisses, teasingly asked, "what is it that you want", he groaned and started pushing my head down to his massive member. I moved down and rested my head on his belly and slowly started caressing and from time to time, pulled his member to my lips and licked and kissed it. Brad was groaning and I asked him what got him so hot and as he slowly caressed my silky legs, went on to say, "I hear that you have quite the collection of costumes". I coyly denied what he said, and told him I had no idea what he was talking about, he was groaning as I continued to stroke and lick and said, "I have seen you in your French Maid uniform on your web site, and I was thinking we might have your house to ourselves when we get home"
I decided to play along and said, "oh those clothes, I guess I have a few different ones". He was grunting a little more and was leaking more pre-cum as he asked me to describe some. I knew were this was going and decided to have some fun and described what I had, and went on to describe my cheerleading uniforms, my Catholic school uniform, my nurse uniform, and I could tell what really got him going as his member got harder and softer between each. For sure the Catholic school uniform got him the hardest, I went on to tease him and told him I could pull off a high school Prom girl or would he like to he be the best man and make out with the maid of honor the day of the Wedding?. I teased him in all scenarios and really was having fun licking and sucking as I went, and Brad was getting hotter and hotter and decided to take him "over the edge", and concentrated on the Catholic school girl and describing it and how real Catholic school girls make themselves sexy and eventually had him begging for me to wear my uniform and show him. I kept pumping and licking and sucking when I knew he was going to blow, I moved up on my knees and started licking his head as much as I could and then he blew. I got at least 5 or 6 blasts and it was about the same as the night before and managed to lick and suck it all up as Brad arched his back and then fell back. I slowly cleaned him up and he was jerking and begging me to stop as he came down from his orgasm. I let his now softening member leave my lips and slid off the bed and grabbed for a glass of champagne and orange juice took a big drink to clean out my mouth and then left him on the bed as I grabbed my purse and went to the bathroom to fix my lips and hair, as I knew Brad messed it up.
My lipstick had to be redone and I fluffed out my hair and went back into the room were Brad had just pulled on a sweater and tucked it into his jeans then came and hugged me tight and gave me a light kiss and made me promise I was not lying about the Catholic school uniform. I smiled as he held me tight and I asked what was the big turn on about the uniform and he told me that Brenda went to a Catholic high school and he had seen pictures of her in her uniform and would have loved to have been intimate when she was in her uniform. I told him that I would wear my uniform for him, IF we were alone in the house when we got home. As Brad finished dressing I went about the room and made sure that we were not going to be leaving anything behind. Brad came up behind me and cupped my breasts and started to massage them, he told me that he loved my skirt and how it showed off my legs, I told him I was glad and asked if he was ready to go and he said, "oh yes", I looked down and could not believe it, a lump was starting to form already, and I just smiled at him. I grabbed my faux fur coat and Brad, always the gentleman, helped me on with it. I got a look at myself in the mirror and had to laugh inside at how I looked, in my faux fur and my mini skirted legs peaking out.
Brad took the lead and grabbed my bag and we headed to the elevator, we waited and a couple of other couples came and joined us, and I caught both of the males in the couples checking out my legs, and smiled at them as they quickly looked away. We eventually got to the main floor and I stayed on Brad's arm as he led us to the checkout. The girl behind the counter asked if we had a good stay and at the same time we both said, "yes!". She smiled and told us to have a good day, and we headed for the exit, but not before I glanced down at the escalator that lead down to the ballroom area and smiled. Brad offered to go and bring the car, but I told him that I would walk with him, well, bad move. As we left the hotel lobby to the outside air, I immediately felt the wind on my bare legs, and even though it was not that cold, the wind chill made it very uncomfortable. I hugged Brad as we walked, and even though my feet were killing me, I asked him to hurry and was relieved when he opened my car door and I slid in. I kept my coat done up all the way and was shivering and could not wait for the heat of the car to come on. Brad slid in and gave me a little kiss and could see I was cold, and told me he would warm the car up as soon as he could. It was about 10 minutes later and I could feel the warmth and undid my coat and looked down and realized that in my haste to sit down, I had not adjusted my skirt and it was practically at my crotch. I decided to have some fun and did not adjust it and opened my coat further and Brad took the hint and was soon slowly massaging my silky legs and telling me how much he was enjoying them.
I did not want to get in Brad's way as he drove and just admired his bulging crotch by looking at it rather than reaching over and caressing it. Eventually we got onto our street and I could see as we approached the driveway, I was going to be slipping into my uniform as Sharon's car was not in the driveway. As we got to the house, Brad was the gentleman and opened my door for me and grabbed my dress bag and suitcase and we walked to the front door. I opened it and he put down the suitcase and handed me my dress bag, which I hung up. He helped me off with my coat and then turned me around and gave me a long slow kiss and then broke it and asked if Sharon was home and I gave him a little smile and told him she was not, and he hugged me again, and said, "well, I guess I will be getting to see my little Catholic school girl?". I told him a promise is a promise and I asked if he wanted me to be a Catholic school girl, 100% authentic and he said, "oh yes!", I told him I would have to take off all of my makeup and no heels. He was a little disappointed and asked if I could have on at least lipstick, and I told him that real Catholic school girls are not allowed any makeup, including lipstick. He smiled and said, "unless I am the principle and catch you wearing makeup at school and have to discipline you?". I got the point and gave him a little kiss and told him to make himself comfortable and headed downstairs to my room to get changed and got ready for Brad.
I went to the closet and pulled out my entire Catholic school uniform, still not sure on how much to wear of it, I pulled out the kilt, my pure white cotton blouse, pullover black sleeveless vest, knee length black socks, and the black cotton panties or as they call them, "shorts". I stripped out of the skirt and sweater I was wearing, trying not to make a mess of my hair, and decided to leave on the panties and pantyhose I was wearing and stripped out of my burgundy bra and searched for a plain white cotton bra. It took a white, as I had not worn it in some time, but eventually near the back of my lingerie drawer I found it. I slipped it on and then started into my uniform, I started with the plain cotton underwear, "shorts", and knew it was going to be authentic wearing them over the panties, as most girls that wear these uniforms wear them over panties as they know their going to be exposed as the kilts are always hiked for maximum exposure. I then slipped on the pure white cotton blouse and then slowly pulled up the kilt, and did it up and I started to like the look, as I really enjoy wearing my Catholic school uniform, I made sure the pin was placed properly at the front and adjusted the skirt accordingly. I decided to show him the full uniform and wear it properly at first, and tucked in my blouse and then slipped on the sleeveless vest, with the school emblem and all, and tucked the collar neatly over the vest. I then slipped on my black cotton knee high socks, and then rummaged through my closet and pulled out the clunky black "Mary-Jane's" and slipped them on.
I then went to the bathroom, and stared at myself in the mirror and decided I knew what I was going to do with my hair and makeup. To start with, I took off the hair I was wearing and grabbed one that was more straight and younger looking. I slipped it on and then worked with it and some hair clips to match the style the younger girls are wearing these days, and I thought I did a great job. Next was my makeup, and again, I decided to stick with what was popular for the younger girls these days and that was deep dark defined eyes, deep shiny red lips and too much blush. I also used a dark brown for my eye shadow and went to work, and when it came to my lips, I knew they looked sexy after my lipstick, but they did not have the "shine", so I decided to try something new and applied a coat of lip loss and voila!, they were perfect. I took off my long gold earrings and all off my rings and replaced them with just a pair of little gold earrings. I decided since most of my perfume had worn off to spritz myself with Halstons to give Brad a different smell. I then looked over myself and even I was getting excited at the look, as it was a little "too real", and then left to meet Brad, but not before grabbing some books and tucking them under my arm.
As I got to the top of the stairs I called out "ready", Brad told me he definitely was, and gasped as I walked in the room and told me to come and sit on his lap, to which I did and the told me how pretty and sweet I looked and I leaned down and we broke into a gentle kiss, and Brad's hands were slowly caressing my legs. I could feel the lump in his pants grow as it pushed on my backside as I sat and made out with him. At one point we stopped kissing and he said, "I thought you said you would be authentic", and I promised him I was, and he said, "you do not look like the girls I see walking in the mall near me at lunch time, and they are just coming from Catholic school, and they do not wear what you are wearing". I laughed and said, oh really?, I slid off his lap and stood in front of him and started swaying in a sexy way around and started to explain to him some of the secrets of the clothes of a Catholic school girl. He smiled and slowly rubbed his crotch through his pants and asked me to explain, and I told him that when in school, you were required to wear the entire uniform, but outside of class things change. I then reached down and slowly slid my sleeveless vest over my head and all the while staring at Brad. I then slowly in a sexy way, undid the top three buttons of my blouse and opened it in such a way to expose some cleavage and could see Brad was enjoying it. I then pulled my white cotton blouse out from under the skirt and let it fall over the skirt. I then said, "now, this is how we Catholic school girls drive the boys crazy", and started rolling up the top of my skirt, walking slowly over to a full length mirror in the living room and adjusted it all around so it was just barely covering my "shorts", I moved around and just like real Catholic school girls with their skirts hiked to the maximum, if I walked too fast, my "shorts" would be visible.
I walked back to stand in front of Brad and said, "now is this what you think is authentic?". He stood up and was smiling and said, "now Ms. Devries, do you know why you have been sent to the principle's office?". I got right into character and said, "no sir, I do not", he wiped his finger across my lips and I stood with my hands clasped behind my back in a sign of respect, he then walked around me and lifted my skirt and brushed my bottom, and then walked around back in front of me. In a stern voice said, "well for starters makeup is not a part of the uniform and you look like a slut, and your skirt is way too short for regulation length, your blouse is not tucked in and I am told this is your third offence and that is grounds for expelling you". Staying in character, I begged him not to and told him my parents would kill me if I got expelled. He smiled in a sly way and said, "perhaps we can work something out", and I responded quickly and said, "I will do anything, absolutely anything to stay in school". He came close to me and said in a soft voice as his lips approached mine, "yes perhaps you can stay in school", and gently kissed me, he then stopped and said, "now my pretty Jenni, anything to stay in school?", again, I answered back quickly, "yes, sir, yes, sir, anything!". He said he was glad to hear that and then moved in for a more passionate kiss and slowly started caressing my breasts and massaging my panty-covered ass under my skirt.
I stayed in character and acted a little nervous and scared and he saw that and nuzzled into my neck and said, "don't worry, you are so pretty and I will not hurt you, you just have to do something special for me", I answered back and said in a nervous voice, "what?". He quietly said, "don't worry, I will tell you what to do". Still caressing me and trying to make me feel comfortable moved his lips close to my ears and said, "on your knees Jenni, and sit back on your heels". I had an idea, since I was in front of the mirror in the living room and bit my lip and giggled a little and lead Brad towards the mirror and then went out of character and whispered, "might want to be able to watch your little Catholic school girl sucking you off", and he just smiled and got back into character, and I got down on my knees and sat back on my heels. He looked down at me and said, "now Jenni, most girls consider what I have a treat", I played along and had a bewildered look in my eyes as I stared at him as he undid his jeans and slipped them off, leaving a huge tent of underwear in front of me. He looked down at me and said, "know what is under all that cloth Jenni?". I bit my lip and played coy and nodded, he told me to pull down his underwear and pull them off, which I did, exposing his very hard and wet erect massive member. He looked down at me and said, "ever seen one that big Jenni?", I looked down and said I had not. He then asked, "what was the biggest?", in character I played dumb and fumbled with words and he said, "what is it Jenni, never seen one before?". I answered "only in pictures", he said, "well you are in for a treat, now, you are going to lick and suck it until you make me very, very happy".
He moved towards me and pushed his massive member against my closed lips, I sat on my heels with my hands at my side, he brought the wet tip to my lips and smeared his pre cum across my lips and said, "now Jenni, lick it and kiss it, like you did when you kissed me before", I played along and did slowly and gently, and Brad started groaning, telling me how good I was doing. He then instructed me to use my hands to play with his balls, and I did and then he asked me to open wide and put his entire head in my mouth. I looked up pleadingly, and he said, "don't worry Jenni, it won't bite, just do it!". I opened as wide as I could and sucked him in and immediately started to flick my tongue around and Brad was started to breath harder and harder, and my jaw was finally getting sore and decided to be a bit more aggressive and started pumping up and down with my hands, and I had Brad cooing, "oh dear Jenni, you are such a fast learner". He then stopped me and asked me to get off my knees and stand, but not stop stroking him. I got up and as I stroked him, watched him undo the rest of the buttons to my blouse and he started caressing my breasts over the cotton bra and was staring at me and said, "well at least your bra is regulation", he then slipped my blouse over my shoulders, so it was resting on my arms and exposing my bra for him and then pushed my head down and told me to continue.
I started slowly licking and sucking and sucking up and down the length while I was pumping with my fists, every once in a while, would look over and see Brad staring in the mirror, watching my every move. I started getting a little out of character, and would stop from time to time and comment on the scene, two which any red blooded man would cause instant excitement, I would say, "look in the mirror, watch your little Catholic school girl, her bra exposed, her skirt barely covering her panties, sucking you off", then would start licking and sucking again, each time I did this Brad got weaker and weaker in the knees. At one point, he grabbed my head and was steadying himself as his knees started to get weaker, I took over and then started pumping and licking in earnest, Brad started grunting and groaning, almost out of control, and every once in a while I could see him in the mirror and he was staring at us and it was quite the scene. Eventually his knees buckled even more and his grunting got intense and finally he cried out, "Oh God Jenni, get ready!", I took the clue and wrapped my lips around his head and then he blew", this was the first time I was on my knees to accept Brad's offering and he the gush was hard, almost as hard as the first time the night before and it went right down my throat and he blew over and over and over, and it went on for 30 seconds at least and he kept crying, "oh God Jenni, Oh God". He eventually went soft and as he backed away his now softening member I let his huge head leave my lips with a "popping" sound and swallowed what had not gone down my throat. He semi stumbled back to the couch and collapsed on it and was breathing hard and laid his head back. I got up, my bra still exposed and cotton blouse wide open and picked up his underwear and jeans and plopped them down on this lap and he never opened his eyes as I walked to grab a glass of wine in the kitchen to wash out my mouth.
I sipped on the wine, and also did up my blouse and walked back into the living room and there was Brad just finishing doing up his pants and walking towards me. He came and gave me a little kiss and thanked me for the entire weekend, and noticed in the mirror my makeup was a mess and very tired and suggested he leave and I did not disagree. He grabbed his coat and then I showed him to the door and gave him one long last kiss and he caressed my breasts through my blouse and thanked more for the entire evening and morning. As I watched him walked down the walk to his car I knew that I had a bunch of work to do, but I had a few problems, I was exhausted, my thighs, feet, lips and jaw ached and I was a little buzzed by the wine and it was time to clean up and find my bedroom and take a shower and a well deserved nap. I grabbed my vest and suitcase and headed downstairs to my room, I laid the suitcase down on the bed and pulled out my Black silk lingerie, and had to laugh at the stain in the front that Brad left. I put it down and then started taking off my uniform and poking out from the covers near my pillow was something, and I had a look, and recognized them as dildos of Sharon and Brenda's. There was a note with two lipstick kiss marks on it, Sharon and Brenda's lipstick colour, the note said,
"We thought that after all of that good work you did taking care of your hubby last evening and probably today, we would leave you a little present. Go ahead and put those pretty lips and tongue to good use and clean them up for us, and at the same time, experience how hot we were for each other last night, oh yea, and today".
They were wrapped with a large pink bow and I started to get excited as picked them up, there were 4 in total, one was the strap on that I have seen them use, one was a vibrator that I knew was Sharon's, and there was a large purple one that was about the same size as Brad, and I had never seen it before, and the last was a double ended dildo I had never seen, and got even more excited as I imagined the two of them using it. I brought the large purple dildo up to my face and could smell the musty sent of either Sharon or Brenda and started slowly licking and sucking what residue that was on it and was really enjoying it. I looked at the others and I could see lipstick smears, both Sharon and Brenda on the double edged dildo and the strap on and got even hotter. I could take no more and pulled off my "shorts" under my skirt and skirt as well and then slipped out of my pantyhose. Then I laid back and started licking on the vibrator and then after it was cleaned, turned it on and lowered the buzzing vibrator to my throbbing crotch. I slowly moved it around and closed my eyes and relived the whole gala and grabbed each of the other toys and smelled them and licked them all over tasting Brenda and Sharon all over, I was in heaven and eventually, I could hold out no longer and exploded in my latex vagina, releasing almost 24 hours of buildup, I came over and over and finally came down and felt the cum seeing out of my latex vagina, I quickly got off the bed and ran to the bathroom and into the shower and let my load dump on the floor of the shower. I finished undressing and then slipped into the shower for a long soak, and when I came out, I slipped on a fresh pair of panties and then the gown from my black silk peignoir and crawled into bed.
I woke up around 4pm, and the weekend was over and the dream gala date had come to an end. I checked my email and Brad had sent me one and thanked me over and over for being his wife for the 24 hours and told me how much he loved my Catholic school uniform. I answered him back and thought that things were over until Monday morning came and it was a day off for me and I was dressed casually for around the house in a long jean skirt and the same comfy white turtleneck sweater I wore home after the romantic evening with Brad, and "regular" pantyhose and low 2" black heels and very light makeup. The doorbell rang and it startled me as I was in my bedroom, sorting out my lingerie drawer (a chore all females have to do eventually), I checked out the windows and saw it was safe and was a delivery man with a something. I went to the door and the middle aged delivery guy looked at a card he had and said, "is Joyce Devries here?", I told him I was Joyce Devries and he handed me a large package and I thanked him. I knew it was flowers and took them to the kitchen and opened them and was floored it was a dozen pink roses!, with a card that read'
"My darling wife, what an incredible New Years Eve, I will never forget it, I will not forget how beautiful you looked, how sweet of a wife you were, I really loved meeting "Jenni", and enjoyed her efforts. Consider this an invitation to be my wife again for next years New Years Eve gala, hugs and kisses".
I read the note and put in my private spot in my room and when Sharon came home from work she saw the flowers and kept on teasing me and was glad that Brad appreciated my efforts. She never saw the note and pretty much that was the end of it and kept on smiling as I looked at the flowers and kept thinking about the following year. This weekend was one I will never forget!.
So here is the offer:
I AM NOT A PRO.
This 37 year old, petite, passable TV, would love to entertain you if you are in my area, Toronto Ontario, as described in the story above. I love to be the girl of your dreams, and as long as I can remain the girl at all times, I would love to hear from you. I am not interested in being a TV/TS "girlfriend" and "BI" sex, but rather I will be the woman of your dreams for a wonderful and possible formal evening, I promise, you will not go home frustrated. If you are a NON-smoking male or female, that would like my company for the evening, please contact me, kisses,
Joyce Devries, MY MSN ID: joyce_devries@hotmail.com
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