You walk to where the book should be standing on your tip toes. Your dress rises up exposing you smooth thighs. You struggle to reach the book and sud...enly feel a hand run over your curves. You are aroused and don't try to stop him, rather abandoning the search for the book and letting his hands explore you. He slides his hands over your curves grasping your hair and bringing your mouth to his. He kisses you passionately and deeply running his hands over your ass as he does. You reach for him. He tried to sneak a slice of bacon off the pan and his joyfully humming spouse hit his hand with the wooden spatula like he was a small child engaged in petty theft. It was downright demeaning but he shrugged it off and went back to his newspaper and the all-important racetrack reports that had mixed results. His sideline of taking bets for bored housewives was his primary source of income and he had the perk of sometimes collecting his debts in an unorthodox manner.Danny was still limping from. "But at least you understand it now." Better late than never," Pete said. "Do I - do I still look like aman?"They sat and looked at him thoughtfully. Pete was aware he had neverbeen the most imposing of specimens, and the loss of his muscles and thebeginnings of the lightening of his bone structure had caused asignificant change in his appearance. He was pretty sure he'd lost aninch or two in height as well. "Well... male, maybe. Not really a man,I'm afraid," Sarah said."I'd say more. I found a cheapcostume necklace which was chunky enough and looked OK and I went tolook for the shoes. As I went back over to the wardrobe I heard thefront door, Mark was back, but I wanted to surprise him."wait in there, I'm almost ready." OK, did you find anything, she didn't really have your style?" You'll see."I found some black courts with about a three inch heel, they were alittle tight but not bad, she wore a size 6 and I'm only a 7, so withthe sheer tights they were OK. I went over to.