He said that dresses now felt normal, and asked ifshe thought that was odd. She told him she was glad he was enjoying wearing dresses andthat she did...'t think it was odd at all. She said if she'd thoughtit was wrong she would never have put him in dresses in the firstplace. His sales seemed to always top the list. Some of their oldestwomen customers sought him out for his opinion on a dress thatinterested them. He was honest in his opinions and when he didn'tthink a dress looked as good as it. I certainly don't feel like a bad girl when I have sex. It feels lovely, and seems like the most normal thing in the world.Anyway, I don't know whether I told you, but I have a new lover now. He's a lot older than me. I met him a couple of years ago when I started work at the department store. He was in charge of the ladies apparel section where I work, and I think he had already been there many years. But I didn't take very much notice of him at first, and I certainly didn't think he was. OK." I had expected her to tell me she was wearing Chanel Number 5, or perhaps some other, updated variation on the old Marilyn Monroe tease-line."But -- you're not wearing any underwear, right?" I said."What? Well, of course I'm wearing underwear!" Oh. So -- why did you bring this up?" I asked."I didn't bring it up. I asked you what you were wearing," she said. "But you never did tell me." OK. I'm wearing jeans, a short-sleeved, 100% cotton pullover shirt, and, let's see -- gray socks and. Fully satisfying her was his duty and pleasure, but he was single minded; he was dead set on fulfilling his plans. “I do, uh…I do trust…you,” she managed to say as the slow moving climax expelled itself throughout her, making her quiver. “Good, now stand up.” Gary soaped her body, his hand grazed her sensitive erogenous zones, and both obtained pleasure from the simple, yet loving act. After toweling dry, Carla joined Gary in the bedroom, where she noticed clothing on the bed. He stood in front.