I think it was the first time I actually didn't flinch a bit at the sight of my own reflection. It looked so cool. The color was great on me and it—...od I looked nice. It was the first time that I realized what a simple article of clothing could do for you. I felt lithe and beautiful, delightfully sexy."You ready?" Francesca spoke, giving the door a soft knock.I actually giggled when she laid eyes on me, the way her face lit up."That is so you," she said, spinning to the young clerk who'd. I walked out of the shop feeling so elated. I had done it. I had bought a gay mag and I was going to have a great afternoon. I had decided to get some lingerie at the same time so I could really do it properly. I just walked into the store, passed the guys who steal your bag and headed for the women’s section. I found a nice pair of stockings and a teddy and a sexy pair of panties. Then I went to see if they had any baby oil but they didn’t, so ended up getting some aftersun. That was okay and. At her husband’s raised eyebrow (he had given up on reading and had come into the bedroom), she went on. “We talked about equipment for a while. From what he described, tents have come a long way since we used one. They’re lighter, much stronger and are designed to keep out the weather better than anything we ever used when we used to backpack so much.”Phillip stared at his wife. “I thought we agreed that we were going to primitive camp — taking only the essentials, etc.”“We did, but we also. It occurred to me that I have my work cut out for me. Based on my approximation of the number of times I've been fucked while tied to my bed this afternoon I'm reasonably certain that everyone in the room but for Josh must have fucked me at least three times. I know Mr. Porter was one of them. If I didn't already realize it I'd have known it by the taste of my juices and his cum on my tongue as I licked his hairy scrotum. But if I want the job for which I'm auditioning I'm going to have to work.