Her muscles worked, but every movement drained whatever energy was there.As she went to change her blouse, she noticed that she was wearing it inside ...ut. Was it possible that she left her room the night before in that state? Maybe that was the reason why that strong, mysterious man looked at her with such intent. Stranger yet was when she removed her jeans to discover that she was wearing her panties backwards. “This can’t be,” she said out loud, entirely confused and boggled.Even though she. She had made a mistake she couldn't undo and had fallen into depression. She saw a psychiatrist for several months to get her life back in some kind of order and it seemed to help. She had quit her job and had been working swing shift at a local long-term care hospital. It didn't pay much, but, like me, she had no social life and so her needs were minimal.When Kirsten called her and told her about the day care centre idea, she thought it was so right for her that she offered to invest what. I flipped through several outfits and finally settled on a black and gray cardigan style sweater. With a plunging neckline it buttoned down the front from just below the mid-line of my breasts. Anytime I moved a bit of my black bra became visible. The garment fit snugly against my torso and perfectly set off my perfectly formed snow white breasts. To compliment the sweater I selected a short tight straight skirt. I stepped into the skirt and slowly pulled it up my long shapely legs. I tugged. They had done this many times before. It was her favourite fantasy and her husband was only too pleased to oblige and satisfy her. Of course her fantasy was that it would be a stranger. A highly improbable one at that but she remained in hope. She secretly hoped that one day he might allow her to enjoy the fantasy for real. Of course it would mean him giving up sole rights of possession of her body to another man. Mark was not that kind of man though. Mark loved her very much and was.