How remarkable, she thought, that this woman should be composed of all the same parts as I have, and yet we should look nothing alike. She set about t...sting the theory, examining, with her hot lips and soft hands, the various delicate parts of her unseen partner, tasting the slope of her neck and the angle of her shoulders, feeling the firmness and the ripeness of her breasts, testing the degree of her backside and the plane of her thighs. Portia anatomized the other woman one inch at a time,. At the same time the lowest portion of my dress shirtseamed to fuse to the waistband of my pants making the two pieces onearticle of clothing, more or less. Much of my white dress shirt was losingits bleach-like lack of color. As if shot with ink, black began to spreadominously into the fabric. My slacks which were already a deep black didnot change hue. The threads of the torn pants became animated fibers,wriggling as if they had come to life all by themselves. The pants nolonger could be. On the other hand, his parents weren't all that happy, since he was constantly outgrowing all of his clothes."Hey Daniel." Sam responded with a smile, nodding his head. He could tell that Daniel was drunk by his slurred speech and uncoordinated movements."Seeing as your folks are gone for the weekend, we sorta decided to have a small get-together here." He gestured back to the Weir home with his head. "Nick and Ken left early on, but ... hmmm. Listen..." He continued in a bit too loud whisper,. The top was very short, it stopped just below my tits. Depending on what light I was standing in my nipples could me seen beneath the nearly sheer material. I was ready to head out. I started by driving to the post office. The clerks there all know me and one of them is always very nice. But there is something about postal clerks. They never seem to make any off-color comments or even acknowledge that I am dressed the way I am. But I enjoy the stares of the other customers. Then it was off to.