My First Older Woman
Change Room Sex
Our final year, what we all fear, To find that perfect dress. To be the bomb, to glow at Prom, To all, we must impress. As we all head to the mall, To find that perfect one. Each gown I try, let out my sigh, It simply must just stun. A hidden shop, my eyes went pop, It sparkled powder blue. But would it fit, it's high hip slit, Oh, Meagan, this is you. The salesclerk, her hungry smirk, Was nearly old as mom. Would eager s...