While they were still discussing clothes, Jen commented, "Poppy walkswell in those heels. Was it hard for her to learn?" It was at first. But I made...her keep them on for an entire weekend.Once her feet and ankles recovered from that, she did rather well." ToPaul she said, "Show her, Poppy. Put down your tray and swish aroundthe room a few times."The he-she husband felt himself blush. He put the tray on an end tableand began circling the room, adding extra hip action to his. My mom thought that it was best for me." She did well. It looks like it was made for you," Angelica said.I smiled and unhooked the skirt and unzipped it and stepped out of it,so I was now in my bra, panties and pantyhose."Turn around slowly," Angie said.I did as she said. I felt shy in front of the girls wearing just myunderwear."Even though he's a guy you'd never know it seeing him like that. Helooks like a girl. Am I crazy?" Angie said."You're so right," Bridgett said. "I mean look at his. He'd buy her sexy things to wear that never got worn. Despite talking about it frequently, nothing seemed to change.Then there was Kelly. Kelly was in her early 30's and single. She had many of the same qualities that Stephanie had. A nice pair of big tits, a round ass and a pair of thighs that would bring tears to the eyes. When Greg had hired Kelly he had not even paid attention to this. He was simply sold on her ability to get things done. She was bright and energetic. Ready to get. Milk flowed like a tap from her nipple, satisfying my urges on such a carnal level. I hadn’t known how badly I needed this until the first drop of her milk touched my tongue. This had been missing from my life for...for a long time. But knowing this existed, knowing how this tasted, made the experience almost unreal. My arms wrapped around her back, anchoring myself to her. Like mine, her boobs were made to be big and make milk. To make people stare at her. To make people want her. Two strong.