Do not tumble dry. It is highly recommended that foundation apparel be worn underneath this garment.'"MMMmmm; bet these would be nice to wank off into..." I said to myself.I scraped at some of the crusty stain in the crotch of the leggings and bought the sticky coagulate to my nose; my sense of smell was immediately assaulted by the pungent aroma of cunt.'Someone is not wearing foundation apparel under their lycra/nylon leggings, ' I smiled to myself and threw them back into the laundry basket. It was rather crowded and noisy and I was eager to show her my place, so we left around 10 and got home. I showed her bedroom and she said she wanted a shower, so I left her to her own devices and went to open a bottle. I was sitting drinking some wine, my mind churning with thoughts that keep crowding into my head and which I kept pushing to the back. We hadn't talked about her lovelife or anything as yet and I didn't know if my brother would have told her I was lesbian. Anyway she came. That night though, things were about to change again, after an uneventful day we were getting ready to lock the place up. Julie was away for a few days and me and Lucy had shared responsibility of the book shop. Just as we were getting our coats on, a delivery van pulled up outside. It was supposed to arrive in the morning and we were meant to be spending most of today sorting out the new stock ready for when Julie returned. I threw on my coat and ran outside to meet the driver. It was starting. But it had to, of course. We had been in the store for two hours and itwas getting late. Time to decide on a dress. They were both beautiful. The green lace overlay was very feminine and traditional. Something Icould picture my Grandmother wearing back in the twenties, but still verystylish. The dark blue was less formal, more versatile, something Icould see in an office, or in church, or on a date. In the end, we allagreed that the blue A-line showed off my curves better, especially.