Putting on a jumpsuit is unlike putting on both a pair of pants and a dress.You can't slip it on over your head, and once you've pulled it up your leg...,it is still loose. If you are not used to it, it can feel odd putting yourarms through the sleeves in front of you and pulling the garment up close toyour body.Once I had my arms through the sleeves, she made a couple of quickadjustments at the shoulders and pulled the long zipper up the length of myback. The fit of the jumpsuit was tight. "Finally" I said as a cover, as she emerged.That's how it all started. I remember from then on, any time she dressed or undressed, whether to shower, swim, get ready for bed or even once in a while to dress for college in the morning, I was tempted to check her door. It became almost Pavlovian: she would head for somewhere to change and I would get hard.Well it was bound to happen with my uncontrollable urge to spy on her. One afternoon shortly after all this began, she was changing to swim.. As I heard heavy footsteps approaching I snapped out of my daze, took several deep breaths and tried to calm myself. I walked to the mirror by the door, took a quick glance and then paused as I realized that my cheeks were flushed and my eyes were a bit glazed over. Bedroom eyes were staring back at me, and I wondered if he would notice how incredibly aroused I was. He rang the doorbell, and I was struck with the sudden thought that I was still bare beneath my skirt. I looked around frantically. You could say I was a little submissive, part of my pleasing nature I guess and I poured a few drinks for the both of us."I'll have what you're having babe" I said with a smile as I handed him his drink. We cheered after clinking our glasses together, looking into each other's eyes, he took a big haul from the blunt before passing it over and I followed suit, the air filling with the sweet smell of BC weed. "You look so hot tonight Donna" he said, "why don't you pose a little for me on the.