We go into the large changing room, there’s a seat in the corner and I ask him to sit down. I strip down to my underwear and tell him that we’re g...ing to play a little game. I unzip his trousers, letting his cock out. I sit on the edge of the seat, gently touching his cock and tell him that as I try on each of the outfits we will see how hard he gets. Whichever outfit gets him hardest is the one we will get for our weekend away. Hanging along the wall is the red babydoll & French frilly. Having made the same trip thousands of times, Laura kind of put her mind in neutral and just swayed with the motion of the car. She was gazing out the window at the passing apartment buildings, and hardly noticed Miss Yves St. Laurant starting to breath a little harder and more shallowly. Only when she felt the woman stiffen against her did she realize that something was up. Now looking the woman in the eyes, she could see that she was in some sort of discomfort. "Are you all right," asked. Her very well developed breasts and the flat expanse of her stomach were exposed to me. I quietly walked over to the bedroom door, stopped and simply stared at her. “My god” I whispered, “She is beautiful”. Not to my surprise I could feel my cock growing hard, standing out and pushing my wrap up into the air. I continued to stare at her body and began to feel a pulsating ache building up within my loins. Almost to the point where I thought I might cum just standing there. “Good god, what a fuck. (I still vividly remember all those woebegone eyes looking up as I passed the doors at the shelter; dogs are companionable creatures (once the pack hierarchy is sorted) and that’s why I always went for a dog-sitting service rather than straight stockade-like boarding kennel. It’s more expensive, but they get much more human interaction.)We cleaned up – like me, Mel hates to come back to an untidy home – and I took the bags out to my car. Mel checked the house was all locked up and the alarm.