Not some-ones husband. I felt at ease and comfortable in my outfit. I paraded and strutted around the house, but I couldn’t resist gravitating back ...o the full-length mirror in the bathroom. I really did admire the foxy piece oftail looking back. I did slow seductive twirls to take in the sight. I could just about see my rosy red toe-nails through my shiny black silk stockings. If I twirled quickly, my bright red pleated mini-skirt would flick out just far enough to reveal my lace-patterned. Inside, a very friendly and talkative desk clerk welcomed her.“You’re American!” Rebecca exclaimed.“Zeke Mosely of Corn Crib, Kansas,” he grinned. “Don’t bother looking on the map. They call me out of the cellar whenever a reservation is made in English.”“How did you happen to end up here?”“Compliments of the U.S. Army. Arrived just in time for the end-war occupation. A lot of leisure found me in the clutches of my sweet Luciana. Got married and now I’ve got three little Dago rug rats running. ”He smirked a little when I praised him. I suddenly had a terrible thought. What if she couldn’t go? I turned to Katie, who was listening to the exchange with wonder on her face. “Katie, would you like to have dinner with me tonight? It’s a thing I have to attend, and I can think of no one more beautiful and charming to accompany me.”“Yes! Will I be like Cinderella?”“Not at all. You’re far more beautiful than Cinderella on her best day. I’m sure you’ll dazzle everyone.”She was grinning, back to. He ran his thumb a little into the slit and rubbed against a little nub he found. Carly bucked her hips into his as she gasped for air in surprise. Seeing the look of eternal bliss on her face at that moment, he moved his thumb back on the nub he just rubbed and began massaging it in small circles. Carly cried, almost screaming in sheer pleasure as she couldn’t keep her hips on the bed, lifting them up and then losing control and jerking them up and down into Aaron’s penis. Her insides squeezed.