We were going to find out about those stereotypes finally, one way or the other. When Blondie began getting herself ready Friday evening, I suggested ...he dress just as she normally did for Charles. She refused, saying she wanted to be fully clothed until she made up her mind about the situation. However, I was finally able to persuade her that this could possibly be the most erotic event of her life and she should be attired accordingly. When Charles walked into our living room with this very. I said no…I never.. But he till smiled. He slowly touched my belly and rubbed my nevel. I looked at him. He winked at me ” I won’t tell anyone but you have to cooperate with me…Ok… I’m helping you so you have to obey me….Agreed?. ” . He smiled and continued his finger in my belly hole. He massaged my whole body and pinched my pink nipples too. I didn’t move. He took my hand and moved that into his dhothi. He removed his dick from the under wear. It was hard and thick as an iron rode. The tip of. I took another swig after she handed me the flask again. I felt more comfortable and a little warmer too. I set the whiskey aside and looked at this girl. Her hair was put up in a knot, with a few strands of hair falling loose. Her round face, her tanned cheeks where I could see a bit of a flush, her lips; full and rosy, her heaving bosom, and her loose fitting garment all suited her wonderfully. She looked at me with something I guess was sadness in her eyes, I figured she was homesick. With. Then came the lipgloss, and concealed it with a shiny protectant on my lips, then applied the toner on my foundation, then the eyeshadow, and just a touch of perfume. Then came the brunette wig, and finished it off with a pair of sunglasses, just to cover my eyes in case anyone I knew saw me. I didn't want to be seen by those I know. Then came the skirt, and then the high heels, and wow!! I was ready. But after looking at myself, I forgot one thing. how was it gonna look from under my skirt??.