“What if he doesn’t propose?” I asked. “I’ve been dropping hints for a long time now,” she replied, her voice a little sad. “He better!�...� We came up to the Santa Claus entrance. There was no line. The elf, some lady in her forties, looked ridiculous in her costume. And bored. “Let’s ask Santa!” Merry exclaimed, a little too loud too, as other shoppers looked in our direction. She got an embarrassed look on her face. “Whoa, sorry.” “Come on,” I said, “That’s stupid. Let’s keep going.” But Merry. I thought about inviting her out to lunch but I was so nervous about it that I couldn't manage it.It was too much. Every night I want to sleep thinking about it. I remembered Martha's descriptions and imagined it with Lisa. I'd look for her every day, trying to follow her daily routine and I was afraid someone at the office might notice. And I wanted it, so badly. I remembered crushes I'd had on guys and it was like that. I could hardly stand to live I wanted so badly to do it. I remembered how. She hadselected my new pink pleated skirt, a black soft cashmere jumper,black stockings and black boots.On top of her rubber outfit she selected a short leather miniskirt that was just long enough to cover her stockings and ablack satin blouse.I dressed loving the feel of the PVC and the contrast with thesatin of the skirt."If I am going out with my dildo in place you must slip in youranal vibrator." Sally Anne said.I did as she commanded and had just rearranged my clothes whenStacey entered. Her form was so familiar to Claire’s, and yet it was entirely unique. Every gentle curve in her figure and smooth crease between her muscles seemed to tell her story, letting Carter looked deep into her life without her even having to speak.It was difficult to tell who was enjoying the touching more. It had been so long since Carter had enjoyed the feel of a woman, it was a sweet nostalgia that was being reawakened with every second. For the first time in a long time, he was actually horny. Her.