”“This is going to sound really crass, but I have to ask it. Do you know how to cook? Do laundry? Change a light bulb?”“No. No. And no. We hav... ‘people’,” she made air quotes, “who do those things for me.”“That does complicate things. Perhaps a roommate would be a good idea. Someone to show you the ropes, so to speak.”“Are you applying for the job?” she smirked.“You know better than that! I can help you with lots of practical stuff, but you know my limits in that regard!”“I was TEASING,” she. I love to go shopping with her to lingerie departments. She finds a chair, usually occupied by spouses outside the dressing room, and I bring her a selection of thongs, string bikinis, bras, garters and stockings. All the ladies can see me pawing through the merchandise, and bringing the items to my wife. They often look at me disapprovingly. I find myself humiliated and excited at the same time. I do the same thing in the shoe department, elbowing aside the salesmen, so I can kneel at her feet. The top was a knitted white top which exposed her upper chest and also clearly showed her nipples and the fact that she wasn't wearing a bra. Her tits were small, so I guess she didn't need to wear one. Her hair was blonde, medium length and in a ponytail. She was barefoot.I walked down the hall and entered the kitchen where she was moving from the cooker to the sink sorting out a pan that had boiled over.“Your brave doing the school run dressed like that,” I said.“Why?” she replied, but then. Naturally he’ll want to drive it, and when he opens the door he’ll find me wrapped in a big bow. It will be all I have on. Think he’ll get the message?’ ……………………………………….. Charley, at that exact time, was sitting his suite staring at his laptop. The pictures were as plain as it gets. Norma, laughing with a man in a coffee shop. Norma, outside, hugging a man with a happy smile on her face. He didn’t recognize the address, but the caption said it all. THOUGHT YOU MIGHT WANT TO KNOW. He suddenly.