.that I hunger to kiss before the nights end. I put on my robe and go to my closet where I pick my black,low cut satin dress. And find my heels that w...ll enhance my firm, fit legs. I go to my drawer and find my sexiest stockings and silky black bra. No need for panties tonite or so I am hoping. I return to the bathroom to apply my make-up and do my hair. I think up with just enough hair down to tickle my neck as if his lips brushing softly against it. I put on my stockings, they feel good upon. I exited the taxi as gracefully as I could, totally aware that I had no underwear on and could easily bare all. We made our way to the nearest pub, as we entered I could see it was a little quiet but at least we had a choice of places to sit. My husband went to the bar to order drinks while I went to sit down. There were sofas with low level tables, stools near the bar or tables with regular chairs. I chose the latter as again I was conscious that the other seating options may show a little bit. I'd be open to it if they are." Thanks, big sis. I don't know if it's that strong or not. I've really never thought about it until tonight. Maybe... I could just... oh, I don't know... touch it maybe? Ooops... I didn't mean that." Rosy quickly says, "forget I even said that."Carla laughs, "OK, I'll forget you said that. We'll see how you do when you see her again."With that, Carla and Rosy snuggle under the covers and finger each other's pussies until they fall asleep like they do every night.. But lookingback on the occasion, it was an easy mistake that anyone could havemade. First there was my name. Second, I wasn't exactly dressed like aboy, I had rosy red cheeks, and I still had that unmistakable highvoice. Then there was my face, which even with my short hair couldeasily pass for a girl's.Mom was laughing good-naturedly. "Oh, please Mrs. Taylor, don't feel badabout it - it's not the first time he was mistaken for a girl. Youshould have seen him when he was two! I took some very.