Finally for the undergarments, he put on a thick peach panty withadded padding for the hips and ass to cover up the gaff. Now he couldnot think of him...elf as a man, but as a woman, getting ready for a jobinterview. He sighed briefly, then cleared his throat, allowing hisvoice to become more breathy, husky yet feminine.'Well, well, what is my name again?' She remarked to herself as she satdown on the chair by the vanity. "Oh right, my name is..... Vanessa, nowait that doesn't sound right...oho. Please, I have been watching you all afternoon. You are very sexy, seductive. Like Anja but you are different, too. I can’t explain it.”“You don’t have to. Just enjoy it.”And I started. I stripped him down quickly. No seduction, no teasing. I stripped him and I embraced him, my arms around his neck, my lips locked to his, my breasts mashed into his powerful chest, my thighs pressed to his, and my groin pressed, urgently into his cock. His growing cock expanding between us, but trapped, held. “You are getting moist Kerry!” he told her. Now she was beginning to feel embarrassed. Not only that, she found that he was right. “Do you like pubic hair?” he asked her as he gently plucked at her brown curls. Kerry shrugged her shoulders. “I would like to shave you Kerry. I like my girls shaved!” Kerry said nothing. “Would you let me?” He asked. “If it pleases you Mr Harding!” She replied. “It pleases me Kerry!” he said as beckoned her to follow him. Lying back on his King Size bed with a. Earth simply didn't compare to that.With new clothes purchased, we went to the Goodwill and bought a lot more for those that didn't have much in Shreff. They usually walked around nude to seminude and it now was not because they were not paid enough. It was a cultural thing. The clothes we would bring might be termed glad rags. I had given Artlam some new clothing made on Earth. He had smiled and wore them once.Groceries were next on the agenda and we stocked up. Anything not consumed would.