There was also unisex clothing: t-shirts,sweatshirts and socks (in fact, most of my socks were already women?s).But now all my underwear was feminine,...Ilsa had thrown away my boxers,and the purchased thongs just added to the bikinis my wife had givenme, and a dozen bras. If we add my nightgowns, my silk robe, four pairsof slacks and pants, about eight skirts (most of them, Ilsa?s), threedresses, two sweaters, a tailored suit, about ten blouses, six pairs ofshoes, a good stock of pantyhose,. “Oh no problem. So, you saw that this was my floor?”“Um, no actualy”, she said, looking me straight in the eyes. “Im your neighbor!”“No way…you got a single suite too?”, I stammered, never realizing until now that the floor was co-ed.“Um no actually this is a double…the other single is down the other side of the hall. I saw that you had pressed the button, so I wanted to go to my room and try and find you later, but then I saw the door”, she said, pointing to the nametag “Jake Turner” that. She slid over in the truck and kissed him, laughing. Much to his delight she then blew him with her oh, so sweet mouth mercilessly before he drove them home. Swallowing every drop. That night, while sitting on the couch with his wife, he decided they should talk. “Sweety, if I ask you a question, will you answer it honestly and before jumping to conclusions about what I’m getting at? There’s something that’s been bothering me and I want to get it off my chest.” He topped up her wine. “Ask. Then she did the same thing to the other stocking. Sylvia then stood up and placed one foot on a chair giving me an excellent view as she then slipped one of the stockings up over her calf and up her thigh until it was resting just inches from her pussy. She had just the right amount of hair on her pussy too. Then Sylvia pulled the other stocking up into place and stood back up straight for me. The stockings clung to her legs even without a garter belt.I admired her body while Sylvia put on a.