It seemed the proper way to do it. Then I put ona suspender-belt and remembered to thread the suspenders inside myknickers before carefully putting on...a new pair of "nearly-black"stockings. Then on with a shirt and jeans, being sure to choose a shirtthat would not allow my bra to show through. Finally a pair ofsneakers. Now in boy-mode (at least outwardly) I could go out and do myshopping. I needed to buy food for the weekend and also a selection ofcleaning materials ready for my housework.I. Soon his member jutted out, curving upwards, glistening in anticipation. Being a Muslim guy, his penis was circumcised, so the head stood out distinctly, unlike my penis whose head was covered in its foreskin. Gradually she managed to get over half of his penis into her mouth, bobbing her head back and forth. She looked up at him with her big round eyes every so often. Now it was Prem’s turn to lean on the wall for support. She held his bare buttocks with her delicate hands while continuing to. In the bedroom I moved two feet away from him. I let my mini dress fall to the floor, allowing him to admire the young lady he was about to take to bed.As I stepped close to hug and get hugged I let my tits rub into his chest while we kissed. He was breathing heavily now. He made a strange sound, almost like a gurgled mixture of a 'yes' and of a 'no'. I did not give him time to object or back out. The zipper came down, his pants fell, and his boxer shorts joined them two seconds later.His. And if you have money, it can be yours. The next few weeks hurried by. Igot into my part of the set up quite intensively. Boxes arrived of whichClaire was not allowed to know the contents. I became quite adept at ascrewdrivers and wrenches, because almost all the equipment I had orderedhad to be assembled. It was a lot of fun. Even if I didn't have acomplete idea about what some of this stuff was used for. I had to askClaire for her measurements in order to order the proper couture for.