Both of us frowned to each other, knowing that swimming wouldn't be much fun in the rain. In the back of my mind, I wondered if this could work out ev...n better for us. We were alone in the house, and we could still find a way to mess around. I decided that if Julia wanted it to happen, then she would give me a sign."I really liked watching a movie last night," she said while we watched the rain from the kitchen table. She sheepishly smiled. "Naked."That was the sign! And if it wasn't, it didn't. I kiss her neck and ears sliding my hands over her body, causing her to shudder involuntarily. She is already sexually charged from knowing what is going to happen - and perhaps by her inability to prevent it. She feels the familiar signs, her pussy lips moistening and opening, gently stretching her labia so that the tip of her clitoris is exposed, longing for the first delicious contact. She is vaguely aware that she shouldn't be reacting this way, at least not under these conditions, but she. I stopped drinking anything I didn't fix myself," I replied looking at The Brit when I said it."That sounds like a good policy to me," Jeremy replied."Well I've been good since that Mountain Home party. I might just go out this weekend and get in trouble," I said."You want us to come along and be sure you don't get in over your head," The Brit asked."No that's okay. I learned my lesson," I said.I went home to spend the day alone. I did some research on the computer, then I went for a ride on. And slow me down.As was my custom, I started with higher end stores in Georgetown and environs. Wm. Fox, Redeem, Ezra Paul, Hugh & Crye. Etc. I wouldn’t actually buy much — those visits were for orientation, for inspiration. A general sense of upper echelons of DC men’s couture.I’d browse my way over, sideways, up, down. NM. Nordstrom’s. Gap, Banana Republic. But the bulk of my shopping would be at non-chain, non-mall stores. Independents. Or small regional operations.If this were a vital.