" What are you suggesting, Meredith?" Michael learned early in his relationships with women that the best defense was to go quickly to the offense. "T...ere's only one person in this house who wears those." Well, Michael, I hope for your sake that you have started crossdressing, because this certainly isn't mine." What do you mean, not yours? I've seen you in that plenty of times." Damn you, Michael. I hate purple. You know I hate purple. Now tell me who it belongs to?" Maybe it changed color in. I closed my eyes at that thought, and didn't really hear too much of what Claire was trying to tell me. She was trying to give me some tips, at least that's what I thought. The thong that barely covered my crotch under the trousers felt like it was two sizes too small. I kept repeating the mantra: "I get to keep the thong on, I get to keep the thong on." Through it all though, the nagging doubt crept into the forefront of my mind - what is the final dare that Rachel will challenge me with? As. And that’s when I felt, she was not wearing her bra anymore into this t-shirt she changed into after reaching home.I just kept hugging her, and just asked her “ you sure you wanna do this?”, and she again just gave a little moan, I looked into her eyes and locked lips. I actually just wanted to pound on those jugs, but, I didn’t wanna come out as insensitive (lol!), I kissed her for some minutes, smooched around her face , neck, while playing with her tits in my hand, putting my hands inside. They sat down with coffee and sure enough after a few minutes the visitor, whose name was Janey, broke down and began to cry. Her husband was having an affair and she was sad and lonely. The housewife, who was also breathtakingly beautiful, hugged and consoled her friend and after her sobbing subsided, suggested she lay down for a few minutes and relax.In the bedroom, soft music was playing. Janey laid down and the housewife sat beside her stroking her forehead.Betsy could tell Pat was.