At least for the moment I was guardedly optimistic about the progress she'd made.The next morning I was having an amazingly realistic dream about cudd...ing up with Sarah when I realized she seemed a bit smaller in my arms. Reaching up I gently cupped her breast and found it to be slightly fuller than I remembered, but still quite pleasant to hold. I nearly shrugged it off when with a start I realized it wasn't Sarah, but Jackie, sleeping naked next to me.As I slowly came awake, I clearly. His hand came in contact with my panties and he leaned over whispering “bad-girl, I told you not to wear panties” – I realized then, that he had mistaken me for someone else. I was so turned on by now that I didn’t want him to stop.My panties started to get wet also.I whispered back… “I wanted to give them to you as a souvenir.” and I quickly shimmied out of them, and then stuffed them into his jacket pocket. He was pleased. His hand found my wet vag..This wetness was unbearable it was because. "Me. They were for me."Jane was incredulous."You? What would you want with a lingerie set? Are you some form ofpervert?"She'd still not got the message and Chris realised he'd have to spellit out."No, but for some reason I don't understand, I like to wear women'sclothes."Jane's jaw dropped."That sounds pretty perverted to me, but you'll have to do much betterthan that if you expect me to believe it. I've known you for 35 yearsand there's nothing about you that gives any hint that you're. Today is my birthday." And you are here for your birthday present. It's sneakers. Is that right?" Yes, sir. Dad thought you might have found a pair for me." How much you got?" How much? Do you mean money? Twelve Levs."He laughed. "I don't do charity."Dimitar reached under the bed and pulled out a pair of partially worn shoes. "This is what I've got. What are you willing to give?"They weren't Nike but a pair of men's Adidas. "Those are German, not American," I objected."Take it or leave it.".