I pulled her close to me, kissing her again. I reached around and unhooked her bra. She stepped back and let it fall to the floor exposing her firm am...le breasts. With both hands she reached down and slid her panties down her legs to the floor and stepped out of them. She moved over to the bed, laid down on her back motioning for me to join her. I pushed my shorts down to the floor and pulled my shirt over my head. I climbed over her supporting my weight on my arms. I kissed her once again, my. The panties the lady had requested were at least two sizes smaller than the bra size she had collected from my racks. Taking time to gently draw back the change room curtain, I slid the panties onto the change room lounge seat. I could see her turning toward me. As she strapped the pink bra up from bend her back, then began pulling it up higher above her breasts, her head lowered to perfect bra placement. Her breasts were large, though firm and her nipples a beautiful rich dark pink, pointing. Suddenly, she looked up at me. Her shoulder-length, auburn hair fell away from her oval face, and her liquid brown eyes met mine. Eyes that a man could easily drown in. Until she smiled, that is. Because once those cute dimples emerged on either side of her pair of luscious lips, it was hard for a man to decide where to look first. At the moment, though, no one was smiling. My eyes remained locked on hers. “Where?” I hissed. “Bedroom." I grabbed the biggest knife I could find. I wasn't really. Chris was well aware of his wife’s double standard, yet he still loved her and being with her. She was an exciting woman in the bedroom. In truth, he had an ulterior motive for accepting the chance to become a Shifter. In the bedroom, Darla had always been the driving force and he had often wondered if they had the wrong genders.He was sure that Darla didn’t know of his homosexual tendencies because she monitored other women and not men. He hadn’t indulged since they had married but the.