God, how she loved to flaunt her stylish wardrobe! God, how she simplyreveled in flaunting her exquisite femininity! God, how she was soinnocently o...livious to the absolute superiority her femininitycommanded! God, how I envied her!The dent those pricey dates put in my meager finances was well-worththe reward every time she dressed to the Nines. She had a wardrobe,and the figure to go with it, which made every real girl envious andany devotee of crossdressing simply drool. After a mere. She figured she could always just wear the bottom if need be she still wasn’t sure about walking around naked in front of strangers. I wasn’t sure either but only way out find out is to do it. I removed my dirty shorts and underwear and put on a clean pair of shorts that were a little tight you could see my cock pushing against the crotch of them Jill joked and said looks like someone happy. We decided that we would all stay dressed during dinner. As we ate Jim and Kate told us about themselves. “Yeah. Um ... Would you mind snapping a picture of each pose for me like Annette did that last time? So I can see them later? It doesn’t really look like I’ll be able to show pictures of your sketches if they are all black like that.” She handed me her cell phone and I agreed. She walked over to the window and grabbed hold of one of the drapes. She wrapped it around herself and looked at me. She hadn’t removed the robe. It looked silly to me, even in black on black. I snapped a picture.“Why. Amelia leant over to turn on a lamp. Bingo caught her arm.“No, it’s alright. You were sleeping, we can talk in this light. It’s early, or late. Or something.”Amelia nodded and said in a low voice, “I’m nodding,” and he laughed.“Get into bed, take socks off, jeans too if you wish.”Her voice was muffled as she tunnelled under a fluffy doona to resume her repose, so recently abandoned so as to still be warm. Turning to watch, Bingo sat with his back bowed, facing away from her, intent on removing.