I stopped andturned my head to see the femme tail gently swoop down to my neck. Myknees got weak. I was almost ready for today's shopping trip.I sli... on my most cleavage-creating bra, and coaxed some of the fleshon my chest into the cups. I slipped on a matching panty and garter,grabbed a pair of stockings and sat at my wife's vanity to roll themon. As I set them down on the vanity one of my rough nails snagged onthe shear material. I looked at my longish but untidy nails and decideto do. To his surprise, Mandy spun, forcing him to withdraw his hard cock from her pussy. "Where are you going?" he asked."We've got a lot to do and very little time to do it in," she told him."But I didn't cum yet!" Well neither did I!" she exclaimed."But you've got me all horny and worked up now!" Good! Stay that way, that way you'll be nice and horny for tonight, just like I will be!"David wasn't sure that was a good or a bad thing really. "I'll probably have a hard-on all day long," he laughed. There was nothing like a pickled cucumber on the grocery website. The meat and eggs and dairy products were artificial—no animals involved. Eggs came in a carton and were poured—except for the ready-made "hard boiled" eggs. The latter made passable deviled eggs. I had a variety of sweets ranging from fresh fruits to cookies and cakes. There was more than simply assembling the lunch—I needed something that would hold the food without the food falling apart. The "lemonade" couldn't simply be put. No, I didn't get to enjoy the wedding supper.Things eventually broke up about one in the morning and I can remember climbing into my car for the journey home. Look, I don't drink and drive, especially when I was theoretically working. Well, I didn't back then! The only alcohol that had passed my lips that day had been a small glass of Champagne to toast the happy couple, and a half of lager. The rest of the evening I'd been drinking that awful non-alcoholic crap beer.Anyway one minute I'm.