We text your wife with the photo and you, and your wife have a record of my information for the police, if anything goes wrong. Come to think about it... if you win the bet, you have all the info you need to call my company and report me."It sounded like reasonable insurance, but there had to be a catch. Once again, he pushed his pants tent back in the open window, while taking the photo on the roof of the car. He handed me the phone, I talked to my wife, and she was happy for me. I sent her the. ."I stood up and walked towards her, in her heels she was a few inches taller than me, I took her head in my hands and pulled her towards me, I kissed her full red lips with all my soul, Anna returned it with similar passion.After what seemed an hour, but was probably a minute, she pulled away, gasping. "Well that proves it I think..." she looked down and saw the bulge in my shorts, "Yep, definitely does."She knelt down and unbuttoned my shorts, releasing my engorged cock. It was almost at full. He was wearing a white cotton cap sleeved midriff top and pink above theknee wool blend flare skirt. His plum colored satin bra could bediscerned through the thin cotton of his blouse. Under the skirt he worethe matching garter belt, hip hugger panties and lace frilled half-slip. His stockings were sheer with a lace welt. His feet clad in white patentleather pointed toed pumps with a three inch wedge heel.Jacqueline was sitting impatiently on the Jill's bed. She still couldn'tdecide on what. ’ ‘Good deal.’ With that, his father walked back into the kitchen and said, ‘Let’s go, hon. We’re gonna be late.’ Mikey heard the back door slam, followed by his mother’s voice. ‘Coming, coming.’ Mikey heard his mother follow his father out the back door, then the car engine starting. When the noise of the car had faded down the street, he sighed and began pulling on his costume. He was putting on his shoes when there was a knock at the door. ‘I’ll get it!’ His sister came running down the.