Hisentire wardrobe now consists of two white aprons and one striped one,one pair of sissy white panties with a little red rose pattern on them,so that...if anyone sees them there is absolutely no doubt that they aregirly knickers, and, more importantly they can never be confused withmine, one plain white bra, one plain white nylon full slip, one pair oftan tights, one grey polyester cotton overall dress, from Alexandra's,one pair of flat black shoes, one pink cotton night-dress and two. It was clear she liked what she saw as she licked her lips. I was feeling a little left out when she said, "Damn honey, there is this gorgeous hunk standing at the bar."I nodded and said, "I noticed you eating him up with your eyes."She broke her stare and looked at me to check if I was upset. I wasn't but I felt a little strange I admit. Usually she teased and left the men after one or two dances. None of them effected her like this one seemed to.She looked back at him and stroked my thigh. But ironically, Gill often woredesigner jeans which had a prominent fly opening."They will be a visible reminder that you have nothing to hide and youcan't use flies any more." I guess not. You'll be buying me a bra next!" Well, if you had anything to put in one, I certainly would. Do youfancy having nice breasts then?" I hadn't really thought about it, but if they were as nice as yours, Iwould love them."What I had not expected happened a few nights later."Come on! Time to strip off!" I. I knew I had been caught looking but Ami didn’t seem to mind. We lived about 30 minutes away and Linda and Ami were chatting up a storm. Every now and then I glimpsed in the mirror. Our eyes would connect and she gave me that sexy smile and a view of her panties. My hard on grew with each glance that got more frequent. It was almost two o’clock in the morning when we arrived home. Ami said she was very tired and Linda showed her the way to the guest room. I went into our room and stripped.