.. I've always wanted tojust dress in beautiful feminine clothes, having these divine fabricsencasing my body. This is why I use to go through these f...bric shopsjust to savour the delicate silks and chiffons on display or I'd go tothe library to browse Fashion and Bridal magazines just to see all thebeautiful dresses, gowns and lingerie, even the cosmetics women andgirls can wear. I've told you how I used to dream about wearing suchclothes. Only if boys could also wear such gorgeous lingerie. "Who is your man?" Kaitlin asked."Sure and I don't know," he answered, "There's various stories about him. He sounds English but an Arab who works on Dublin Bus and comes in here says his Arabic is perfect also, though he sounds Kobekistani he says, whatever that might be when it's at home. The thing I do know is he's not short of a few bob. He buys drinks like there's no tomorrow, but nice with it, not pushy. And he comes and goes in a Rolls-Royce with a chauffeur. Someone did say he was an. She was in her jeans and top. She would be like this if she were naked (http://hotfmodels.Com/wp-content/uploads/2013/01/hz99g.Jpg)After few minutes of chatting, she saw me in my outfit and said that she would also change. She went and changed her outfit, she also wore track pant and a loose t-shirt, she wasn’t wearing any bra as such, and one can clearly see her nipples pokies. I was looking at those boobies and lost in my own thoughts she came near be and said stop dreaming you jerk, and. ”“But I was invited here.”He gave me a what look. “By whom.”Then another voice filled the air, “by me.” We both turned to see Rebecca coming out of her house. The world suddenly slew down as she walked down the steps in her winter outfit. I was dying to find out what was underneath all that fur. Rebecca walked to me and gave me a hug. Her breast, as always snuggled with my face. Pierre got a fit. “Rebecca, darling. You the h@ll is he.”“This is my cousin and I invited him to come along.”I did my.