...Lipstick. He worked on hiseyes for a long time. Yeah, this is it. This is the look. Helifted his clothes to the table and put on the panty hose. ...e slidthe panties on, and fastened his bra is place. He stuffed the cupwith some fresh washcloths, and flattened them out to make itsmoother on the curve. He was careful not to smuge his makeup ashe slid on the dress over his head. A quick zip to the back, andhe looked in the mirror. He was absolutly beautiful. The dresshad puffed sleeves that. ” I took up the oil and hesitated. “Start down there,” she said, “So I can see you.” I filled my hands with oil again and raised each foot to my chest in turn, rubbing each leg with long, slow strokes. I lowered them back down, knees raised, one on either side of me, and I couldn’t help but have visions of them wrapped around my head. I scooted forward, so now we were both sitting, but with her legs over mine. I dripped the scented oil across her collar bones and down her chest. I massaged her. "I'm whacked, emotionally and physically." So am I. It's hardly surprising though. Today has been the best and most exciting of our lives." Mm, I've never been happier in my life either." Snap!" He gently kissed her lips. "I love you, Mrs Bowers." Victoria Frances Bowers." She rolled it round in her tongue like tasting a fine wine. "I rather like that. Mrs Mark Bertram Bowers. I like that too. Golly, I never asked. Where does the Bertram come from?" My father's father." Sir Bertram Bowers Bart.. ” He smiled at Lyndsey while he poured the soup into two dishes and took the crisp hot rolls out of the oven.“So did she agree?”He nodded, carrying the soup and rolls on a tray to the kitchen table set for two, “And she asked if she could come too, but not to swim.”“She probably wanted to hide the baby fat she hasn’t lost yet ... ouch! Was that as bitchy as it sounded?”“No, not all all. You didn’t know her, but she kept in good shape before and during pregnancy, but even seeing her briefly last.