Maybe your blue jean one? I like that one." " The blue jean one." I repeated, hoping like hell I wasn't going to pass a cop on the way to her place. "...Yes. I really like that one. It's soft and worn, and feels nice." Her voice seduced me while she talked. "I mean, I won't have anything on underneath, and it feels comfortable against my skin." I shifted in my seat, feeling pressure in my pants as I imagined her in my shirt with nothing on underneath. I took a cursory glance around and groaned in. Whether my car was at their house or not, Stacy would often just come over to my house unannounced. If I wasn’t there, she’d leave a cute note on the door in the carport. The notes were always a little flirty. She’d address it to the ‘cute one’, or “Stud”, or ‘The big Man of the House”, with a notation that she’d stopped over. I knew she was in-experienced because she always engaged me in some manner of conversations regarding sex. These conversations we had were usually very specific on her. At first Paul drop his mouth open for few seconds how beautiful my wife look then after told my wife A Happy Birthday from him to her they got talking for few minutes why I ask you to do this video call was one of my husband birthday present was this, wife just got up & opened up her silk bath robe & drop it to the floor then step forward one then slowly turned around so Paul could look at her naked body & then went sat back down on the couch naked.After they talk for few more minutes wife just. The summer. Only a few days and he'd have curves and a pretty body and noone would know he had ever been a man. He stood and chose a dress off ahanger from his closet. The light blue cotton dress accented his eyes. Itwas short sleeved and clung to his small waist. His corset training andweight loss had paid off. He weighed one hundred and twenty pounds andlooked as pretty as can be. Next week, he'd weigh a few more pounds but itwould all be curves, shape, and he'd be the prettiest thing.