” I asked her: “Do you like to wear miniskirts?” She was wearing pants and a top along with a small robe similar to those wearing hospital pers...nnel, dressed in white. She replied: “Oh, yes, it’s kinda uniform here. Pants are a comfortable outfit at sanatorium. Want me to wear a skirt tomorrow?” I replied: “Yes, my sweetheart. From now on you’re gonna dress up the way I wish. Got that?”She said: “Oh, I love to dress like that, but my husband prohibits me to use immoral, iniquitous skirts.”. She will see if he is interested.In the meantime I’m going set up a video camera so I canactually watch her in action.Although Friend is the main woman in my life I have goneto on sort of dates with some others. I don’t hit onthem and some are puzzled. One girl about 5 yearsyounger than me asked if I was gay. When I said no, shewanted me to prove it and took me to her bed. Good thingshe had condoms because I didn’t. I gave her a good fuckbut never asked her out again. Her tits. I smelled her skin. I felt her hair slide across my body when she shifted around to kiss me from a new angle. Every little sensation was intensified to the point where I felt like I was floating away, dreamy and dizzy and dying.And for some reason I was crying again. I had tears flowing down my face and I just laid there being adored, being cared for, being loved by my woman, and it felt too wonderful for words. At some point Charlotte slid down my body and was lovingly kissing and sucking my. ”We kissed for a few minutes, she pressed against me and I woke up down there quickly again, which prompted her to throw me out of my own bedroom.“You, get up and go. You have to cook and I do not want my mom present for me losing my virginity.”“She’s not, she’s downstairs.” I grinned. I swear at that moment Lavi gave the exact same ‘I am not amused’ look her mom gave me earlier. It made me chuckle.“What?” She asked.“I’ll tell you later. I have to cook.”I scooted out and got dressed, seeing her.