They both smiled and politely said nice, I felt a little let down, I went back and put on another dress, same reaction. Next I tried a while chiffon b...ouse, it was a bit tight and you could see my black bra through the material, I thought this looked sexy and hoped it might go down better than my dresses. As I walked in they both stopped talking and looked me up and down, much better they said, really nice. This was more like it, it made me feel good, thinking that I could still turn some. ....We had joked about me being her lesbian "lover, HA! " with me, " ( we wouldn't need a strap on dildo..)I had fantasied fucking and sucking Shelly's pussy for some time, but it seemed , somehow our schedule's had kept us from it. We had made plans time and time again, only to have them interrupted by circumstances beyond each other's control...So we would continue our fuck talk sessions on the phone and in our e-mails ..Each time we'd talk, she'd have my cock hard as hell, and she'd. She was dressed as instructed as she boarded the train. Short flirty summer dress, heels and nothing else except her plug. It is now difficult to remember the time before she had her plug to allow her to feel stimulated all day long. She missed it so much when it wasn't inserted. In her bag she had her wand and vibrator. He had told her he would message her at some stage in the journey with instructions for those. As the train pulled away she got out her prescribed reading. The Story of O. She. ’ Turning to Mrs. Jenkins he said, ‘This is a fine meal, ma’am. Thank you.’ After supper, Dillon went to his room. In spite of not riding hard, two weeks on the trail had worn him down some. The next morning after breakfast he decided to walk around the west side of Albuquerque and explore. He found a general mercantile and replenished some trail supplies and bought a pair of heavy whip cord work pants. Some his fancier clothes from Wichita Falls were showing some wear. That evening he decided.