..here put these on and remove those ugly ones," she said asshe threw a panty and bra. Ranjit looked confused. "Do you want me towear these?", he aske.... "Yes, why not? Just for now, wear it, please,pretty please?" said Pooja. Ranjit did as he was asked. Pooja turned tohim after he had worn everything. "Now there look at yourself in themirror. I now get an idea about how you would look with a bit more make-up, hair etc. You must have been a knockout chamakchallo," teased Pooja.Ranjit went into a. Neil, my husband. He was like you, sweetie. He liked girls'things. Pretty things". Her voice continued, rhythmically, hypnotically."He liked wearing them. Panties, stockings. Dresses, and makeup. Longhair, long nails and pretty earrings. Just like you, sweetie!" shecontinued, her fingers caressing his earlobe, and the gaudy clip-ondecoration it held.Her fingers pulled at his head, through his still teased out hair. Pulledhis face to hers. His lips to hers. Her tongue greeted their arrival atthe. I looked around and saw some trees in what looked like a secluded area, I suggested we walked towards some trees and to see what was behind them, she agreed. She was wearing a black skirt and a lemon coloured blouse, as we walked through the trees there was an opening which was secluded from the walkway we'd come from, there was also some concrete blocks. I sat down and Lucy joined me.I leaned across and kissed her full on the lips, she said "I wondered if that's what you had in mind", then she. I heard her moaning and her bed squeaking. I knew she didn’t have a new boyfriend so she had to be masturbating. My cock hardened to a bolt of steel at the thought and as I masturbated that night I knew that I had to fuck her somehow.It was about then that she started to wear clothes around the house that left nothing to my imagination on more than one occasion she would come out to the kitchen in the morning wearing a short and very revealing nightie with nothing else and my cock would rear up.