" Well, yeah." She shrugged, an action that caused her breasts to rub against me; she squirmed in pleasure. "Mmmmm. But it's hot."I ran my fingers thr...ugh her hair, almost petting her. Her newly bleached look was still jarring - especially with the visible roots, she looked like a trashy, cheap bimbo. Not a look that really did it for me. I felt bad, I blamed myself. It was clear to me that she was trying to mold herself to be more like the Valerie from my dreams. I didn't know a lot about what. It was too small. If it had been the right size, the story would never have been told. I momentarily wrestled with the vest and then heard a knock. “How’s the fit on the vest? I think we have an extra large that might work better” I said, “Well, I think that might fit better. Would you mind?” “No problem, that’s my job. I have it here.” The dressing room was a little too private. Unlike most dressing rooms, the door was full length and had a very narrow gap at the top. I was going. Two small hearts snuggled next to each other. They were colored a bright red, and on one, at the top of the curve, was asmall white nurse’s cap, and on the other was a taller chef’s hat. I started to speak, but nothing else came out. Carol wiggled her butt from side to side, and said ‘ so you like it, huh? ‘ I started to say something, but she quickly said ‘ I’ll answer all your questions later, but right now, there is something running down my leg, so could we just ….’ and her voice trailed. You can tell I am distracted and ask me to tell you what I was thinking about. Normally I would shy away from confessing those thoughts to someone I had just met, but since we’ve had a few drinks, and with a little liquid courage, I look into your eyes as I tell you. Before I have a chance to say anything else, you do just that. As you lean down and gently kiss my neck, it sends shivers all through me. You take a few seconds kissing my neck and move up towards my earlobe. Since I always enjoy.