"Tell me, what are your husband's preferences? I mean, if this is for him, and all..." Then I muttered under my breath, "lucky guy" loud enough for he... to hear, soft enough to have been a private thought accidentally released."His preferences. You mean colors?" No no. You. His preferences about you. Like, does he like your hair, or your, uh, top, or your, uh, bottom, or..." Now it was my turn to feel uncomfortable. I restarted. "I guess I'm asking. Is he a boob man? Or does her prefer butts, or. But the memories of the day lived on and the hopes of future meeting.For the next few months we had an standing night of sex. The 1st was at my place then the next month her's. At each interlude we would spend all night together. From a simple vegetable, gem clips, vibrating toothbrush, a vibrator, electric stimulation (to name of a few of our instruments of pleasure). Our basic and carnal needs were meet and heighten during these meetings like never before. A UNPLANNED SURPISEAnother day I. Idon't want to keep anything. Can I seriously try some stuff on?"Ashley nodded. "I would never be able to wear half this stuff in mylifetime. A lot of these clothes are sent to me from designers hoping thatI'll be seen in their gowns or whatever. It's a shame because I never goout or do anything. Go for it."Darlene started trying things on. Ashley was helping her match things upand encouraging her to try different colors. "Oh wow! You know so much!"Howard nodded. "It's all I know. I've spent my. I followed a bright light at the end of the hallway. I was about to duck into a closet to get a better view when I was stopped short by a deep gasp from Ana, followed by several short breaths. I opened again the closet; an eye line straight to the fireman's bed, where Ana was laid out on her back, legs splayed in the air, dress in a heap on the floor. The fireman was also naked, and appeared to be using a hand towel to wipe his cum from my wife's drenched pussy and thighs. She was even enjoying.