I desperately looked for signs that he was feeling similar things to be, but alas saw none. I took to dressing more provocatively, leaving my bra off,...not that it made much difference to the bounciness of my stupid tits, rolling the waist of my school skirt over a few times when he took me to or collected me from school. I left buttons undone on my school blouse or other tops, I flashed my legs and wore tight tops that showed the outline of my nipples. But he didn’t seem to notice for ages.. We emailed back and forth for a few weeks and finally my wife Barbara went to visit their relatives in Durant so I had the house to myself for a day. So I invited Will over. Answering his knock, I opened the door and he came in. He was about six feet, average weight and build. Maybe a little on the thin side. But not thin enough not to look good in his wife-beater t-shirt and Daisy-Duke cut off Levis. He was really fucking good looking. Strolling into the living room, Will asked, “What would. We were also assured that we could have more if they were ever needed. Anyway, we found the darkest place at the castle wall to do our climbing. I had a spring-loaded launcher that could throw the grappling hook up 40 feet if that were necessary. I set it for 18 feet and aimed for the lintel above a selected window.I knew that our luck had to change, and it did. The grappling hook set itself firmly on the first try. I led the way up the knotted rope fastened to the grappling hook and seated. "Too bad it won't bevisible with the dress. Or maybe not too bad, since you're practicallypornographic."Morgen helps me with my stockings and then I'm ready to slip on thedress.It's lined and feels so sensuous as I step into it and pull it up mybody. I have to duck as we pull the neck over my head and I slip myarms into it. Once it's settled around my body, Morgen helps me zip upthe side.I run my hands down the silk fabric. It feels incredible on my body. Iturn my face to Morgen with a feeling.